When Mo Bai really saw the side of the son, he couldn't help but admire in his heart, and sure enough, the silent temperament was immersed in it, but it was impossible to ignore it, and he was reluctant to miss a glance, just like a Zhilan jade tree, emerald green holly, silent and low-key by the moonlight.

She looked straight at Childe's side, her eyes rippled, her body gradually became hot and soft, and her eyes were too straightforward, which provoked Childe to raise his head from the wine bottle at once.

The two looked at each other, and Childe had some doubts in his side eyes.

Why did this Meiji's eyes look so much like Xia Ji, Gongzi looked at it carefully, which made Mo Bai's heart beat for a while.

Childe squinted sideways, and the girl who poured wine through the shuttle, looked at Mei Ji, who was veiled and only showed her eyes, no! This person is not Xia Ji.

Her eyes were flooded with water, as if she was going to drown people and sink to death in the sea of desire, rippling ripples could stir up monstrous waves in her heart, but it was not Xia Ji's black and white eyes that were as clear as the order of a chessboard.

Childe's side eyes swept lightly towards Mo Bai, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, isn't this person Ji Shao, the daughter of Zheng Guogong who originally framed Xia Ji? His eyes were cold, and Mo Bai, who was stinging, hurriedly lowered his head, and didn't dare to look up at Gongzi anymore.

The plot of the book suddenly appeared in Mo Bai's mind: "Rather than broken jade, Gongzi dragged Xia Ji's long hair on the side, and the lubricated feel taught him to be unstoppable, so he bothered to wrap her hair around her wrist." Natsuhime's hair was tightly tangled by him, and her scalp ached, and once she begged for pain, Childe became happier and happier. He dragged her hair and crawled to the ground, the whip occasionally flicking on her delicate skin, blooming with clusters of fresh blood and whip marks, until she was dragged to the bed before she could catch her breath. But this was the beginning of the torture. ”

In the plot that flashed through his mind, all kinds of physical and mental torture such as dripping candles, hanging upside down, and sticking torture accompanied by the pleasure between the beds seemed to be his favorite.

Mo Bai's body shook and gritted his teeth, no! She must find the male protagonist of this book, Wu Chen!

Uncle Xia Yu looked at the handmaid who was twisting her waist back and forth in front of him, and didn't notice Mo Bai's trembling at all, but Watchen, who was sitting on the side, glanced at her inexplicably.

Mo Bai dodged, lowered his head, and didn't teach others to look at him more, for fear that Yixingfu and Chen Linggong would notice her, if she provoked some more men, she would have to follow Xia Ji's fate in the text sooner or later!

"Dance!" Chen Linggong was in high spirits and raised his hand to clapp.

The hall was silent, and then the men's lewd eyes looked at the entrance of the main hall, eager to try.

Childe did not squint sideways, and Watson only cared about drinking.

The sound of the bronze tinkling was low to high, as if it was striking on everyone's hearts, and the hall was silent, and the dancers came slowly in their dresses and skirts.

At the moment of entering the door, Xia Ji wanted to slip away, but he was surrounded by dancers who did not know whether they were intentional or unintentional and entered the hall.

Xia Ji was apprehensive for a while, his eyes swept the hall, and he suddenly found that the son sitting on the left side of the child, must be in his heart, that's it! Isn't it just a dance!

She suddenly remembered the sword dance in her previous life, isn't that also a dance? But there was no sword at the moment, she glanced at the dancers, and her body began to imitate their movements and merge with the sword dance, gradually easing from the original stiffness.

She gently raised her fingers in the direction of the childe's side, and then slowly stood on tiptoe, swinging her waist and arms with the music, she didn't notice that the other dancers gradually dispersed as if someone had ordered, forming a circle around her, Shi'er stretched out her hand to remind, but was stepped on by others under the cover of the dancing sleeves.

Feng Lian shrunk behind the fat nobleman with a veil, looked at Xia Ji with vicious eyes, and said without looking back, "Have you negotiated the matter?" ”

The woman in yellow knelt respectfully beside her, "Yes, those dancing girls will humiliate her and make her look good." ”

Xia Ji looked around and pursed his lips. She tried to use her arm as a blue blade, and with the music, it was as elegant as the cold but elegant wind.

There was a silent silence, only the man's heavy panting accompanied by the music, Xia Ji was unmoved, and her target was only the child's side on the stage.

Xia Ji's movements at first were very gentle, just slowly dancing his arms, and his feet were staggered with the music, like a white and elegant swan with his neck held high, strolling leisurely in the flock of birds, the melody of his limbs swinging, proud and confident.

She gracefully moved to the side of the stage, gently opening her hands, her posture was so casual, but so lazy, like floating clouds fluttering in the wind, wandering in the sky.

The surrounding dancing girls also danced with her, occasionally stretching out their legs and inadvertently placing them under her beating feet, as if she didn't see it but happened to avoid it, spinning and spinning, and her slender waist was like a weeping willow, as long as the movement was slightly large, it tilted and collapsed.

Three pairs of slender hands reached out in front of her, and the flowers were clustered. She twisted her waist and gradually got better. The blue dress is like a cloud swirling lightly in the sky, stepping on a happy walk.

The sound of chimes striking suddenly accelerated! As if being rushed away, the melody of the dancing girls suddenly accelerated with the music!

They swirled closer and closer with the summer machine, and the cold light flashed in the crowd. Xia Ji's eyes narrowed slightly, and the rhythm suddenly became faster, with the beat of the music, the frequency of the movement of her limbs was greater, as if riding a gust of wind, the wind and clouds changed, and she was walking above Lingyun.

The dancers had no choice but to be driven by the frequency of Xia Ji, and they rotated slightly, leaving a little space, but the hands and feet that occasionally stretched out were still endless, persevering to block Xia Ji.

Xia Ji skillfully shuttled, his shoulders, legs, arms, and knees were stretched or bent, and his wrists and hearts touched the dancers' bodies at will, and the dancers who were clicked seemed to soften in an instant, and could no longer be stopped.

"Great goodness!" The men who drank wine and ate meat clapped their hands in celebration, watching this dance that was different from the past, full of interest.

Xia Ji had already jumped out of the encirclement of the dancing girls, turning and turning to the high platform in the ups and downs of the music.

Passing by the table, occasionally a lustful misscrubber wanted to reach out to touch her swaying waist, but she inadvertently avoided it, leaving only a pair of dark and deep eyes that shimmered and swirled to the other side.

The men's breathing gradually increased, looking at her plump body wrapped in a blue dress, and paying attention to her surprising and passionate waist and hips with the ups and downs of the music.

Everyone's eyes moved as she danced, their eyes clear, their long hair like satin; The lotus step is graceful, every step is on the node of the music, and the flowers are growing under the feet.

Feng Lian pinched the corner of the table fiercely, gritted her silver teeth, and kept staring at Xia Ji all the time.

This song is nearing the end, and the dance has reached the final high-pitched place, Xia Ji's movements are suddenly intense, her body is spinning sharply, and the surrounding dancing girls receive the hinted eyes of the woman in yellow, and they dare not stop hitting Xia Ji for a moment.

Xia Ji is like a blue flower in a sharp whirlwind, turning faster and faster, and everyone is in a trance, dazzling. In her peripheral vision, she suddenly caught a glimpse of the tiger's eyes standing up from her position and striding towards her.