Qi Yemo took Ye Huanyu to dance briskly in the hall, in their eyes, except for each other in front of them, everything around them was constantly spinning.

One song followed another.

It wasn't until later that Ye Huanyu gently wrapped her two hands around Qi Yemo's neck, pillowed her head on his chest, and listened to the sound of his heavy and powerful heartbeat.

Qi Yemo also wrapped his hands tightly around Ye Huanyu's waist, and his chin lightly rested on the top of Ye Huanyu's head, smelling the faint fragrance of her hair.

They saw that they seemed to have reached a tacit understanding, and they did not say parting, did not say cherishing, and did not say anything again. Time may have slowed down at this moment.

In this way, the pace slowed down, and they were no longer dancing, but stopped in front of the already mottled picture.

hugged each other tightly......

At this moment, the stars in the sky outside the villa are shining, the bright moon is in the sky, the tired birds are returning to their nests, and there is silence all around, only the city not far from the foot of the mountain still exudes eternal vitality.

In the flickering candlelight, the two of them had already collapsed on the large, fluffy sofa.

The soothing music continued, Ye Huanyu spread out on the sofa, and her body had no strength.

Maybe she was tired, or maybe it was the effect of alcohol, she closed her eyes slightly, opened her lips lightly, and her even soothing breath carried the smell of red wine, blowing on the handsome face that was gently pressed on her.

At this moment, every nerve in his body has been pulled by the woman under him.

After a moment's hesitation, he leaned down slightly. leaned over and wrapped her lips tightly......

Ye Huanyu didn't feel unusual, let alone resisted.

Maybe she has already made such preparations, or maybe she also feels a little reluctant at this moment.

This is similar to the Stockholm effect: the victim develops feelings for the perpetrator, causing the victim to have a favorable impression and dependence on the perpetrator......

People are so strange, when they have everything, they don't cherish it, they don't know how to cherish it, and they may even be a little disgusted or bored. But once you lose it, you begin to feel pity and regret it, and the good things you once have are vivid.

This villa, built in front of the mid-mountain, poured all Qi Yemo's thoughts, 'Joy at the End of the Night', although it was not accepted by its owner.

But on this intimate evening, its designer and the owner who did not accept it became one.

This may be a way to say goodbye, to say goodbye to the past self, to say goodbye to an unforgettable experience in the past.

This night, she had a long, long dream, and met a lot of people and a lot of things. There is both pain and joy.

Ye Huanyu slowly opened her eyes, welcoming her was the beginning of a new day, but facing the mottled wall.

She vaguely remembered last night's candlelit dinner, the dance that danced a few tunes, and even the ......

"Whew......" she let out a long breath as if she had finally surfaced from the deep sea.

Lifting the blanket that covered him, he sat up, and turned his head to look at the dining table not far away, the candles on the luxurious candlesticks had burned out, and the tears that had been left behind had turned into red teardrops.

On the coffee table, a brown paper envelope lay silently on it.