[Shuanglong Group] Warm and Cold

Bianhua seemed to be venting her dissatisfaction. She did not choose to continue to attend the banquet. After being rejected, she walked away without looking back. The agate-colored high-heeled shoes rattled on the marble floor, and the red tulle behind the tutu skirt was long and long. The ground dragged on the ground like a hideous bloodstain.

He watched her back with a single glance, and did not withdraw the mental barrier until he confirmed that she was far away.

Yasha almost jumped up and clapped his hands in applause: "I admire you, man!"

This kind of ambiguous speech soon made him a thorn in the eyes of the women present, but Yasha didn't care, and didn't even intend to invite anyone to dance.

This is not an aristocratic gathering after all, otherwise it would be condemned in the old society to refuse women's invitation to dance, let alone such a female guide with outstanding appearance and posture!She ran away in shame—although there was no shame on her expression.Huang quickly got a bunch of eyes with ulterior motives, and turned his head to stare back at Yaksha's gloating howl.

After all, Huang still ignored Yasha, thinking of Yimulian's reaction just now, he was a little uneasy, and kept on doing nothing, interrupting someone who was immersed in his own world by kneeling on one knee: "Sir, then I have the honor to ask you Do you want to dance?"

Yimulian's gaze finally came back from Bi'anhua, and he was extremely surprised: "Ah? Are you..."

Huang didn't give him a chance to hesitate, before he finished speaking, he stepped forward and took his hand: "I learned it a minute ago."

"..."

Huang's knowledge of ballroom dancing is very limited, he has not received aristocratic education, and he was forced to learn dancing by the military on the night before he was appointed marshal - he still remembers the little girl sentinel named What Le Holding his hand, Lianye held his hand and led him to dance with that expression of hatred for the whole process.

Yimulian is much taller than her, but still looks too petite in his arms.The distance between them is very close, their chests are facing each other, and when they bow their heads and raise their heads, their breath can touch each other's faces.His palm caressed on the deep recesses of the eyes and the spine, and his left hand clasped the fingers of the other party through the glove.

Feeling the strength of his palm, Yimulian leaned back slightly, and his Adam's apple rolled under his eyes.

The new dance music started to play, and they were mixed among many couples who had just joined the dance floor. No one would notice them at the big feast, nor would they remember that the sentinel had just rejected him on the grounds that he could not dance. A lady who asked him to dance.

His square steps are skillful, his legs are stretched straight, and the connection between Kondra's exchange and sliding steps is also very stable. Even ordinary left-turn steps and right-turn steps can be hooked and heart throbbing.

In the waltz, the male step and the female step are very different, especially in terms of difficulty.Huang said he couldn't dance, and he believed it at a glance. The imperial military itself doesn't like to engage in extravagant aristocrats. It's not strange that even a marshal can't dance ballroom dancing... So Huang invited At the moment of dancing, Yimulian even thought about whether to ask the other party to reluctantly dance a female step - relatively speaking, the female step only needs to rotate forward and backward, at least it can save a little embarrassment.

Following Huang's circling, using a step to catch up with the change of the melody, Yimulian deeply felt that he was thinking too much.

"Learn so much in 1 minute?"

He tiptoed slightly, gradually relaxing his tense shoulders, and couldn't help joking.

Huang snorted, and with the help of the drumbeat that the music just arrived, he lifted him up with a little force, then turned around, and lightly avoided the collision of a pair of partners who were spinning too fast beside him: "So I have learned before, I forgot, isn't it even the marshal's credit that aroused my instinct?"

It's only been a day of socializing, so you just open your eyes and talk nonsense!

Yimulian couldn't get used to the women's steps, so she landed steadily after changing steps, and restrained her polite smile undeniably.

He had a sense of crisis that he couldn't figure out—why did the "National Treasure"-level guide who had been hiding behind the scenes of the Federation go out of his way at this time?Isn't it good to hide behind others?The reason why she did not hesitate to come under the spotlight could not be as simple as chatting and dancing.

Huang Xinqi asked, "Are you jealous?"

"what?"

Yimulian almost didn't step on the right rhythm, shrank his shoulders suddenly, and hit Huang's right hand with his back blade, a bit unable to keep up with the brain circuit of the former marshal.

Huang's expression turned ferocious for an instant.

Huang pretended so much that he almost forgot that Huang had a gunshot wound on his hand!

He hurriedly said: "Hold..."

"Sure enough, an evening dress dress is more suitable for waltzing, or something."

Huang interrupted him.The injury cannot be discovered by any outsiders. They cannot explain where the gunshot wound came from. It will not be the Federation that signed the contract that will be responsible for what went wrong, but themselves!

Yimulian understood and said, "Why do I think so?" Although this is indeed true.

He did not deny that the flowing long skirt rotated several octaves in the air, turning out the most elegant arc, which has always been a sharp weapon that can make many men fall under the pomegranate skirt.In the old society, two men waltzing was terrifying. It wasn't until the differentiation of sentinel guides in modern society changed the pattern that the combination of men and women was finally withdrawn from the most basic rules of ballroom dancing.

He guessed that Huang felt his uneasiness from the spiritual connection, but the reason was not the same...

The melody gradually softened, and Huang slowed down his speed of circling, and said unreasonably: "Isn't there?"

"No."

"Oh."

Facing Huang's deliberately flat reaction, his eyebrows and eyes couldn't help but frown.

The cutscene accompaniment is not long, and it will end soon. Yimulian is thinking about how to clarify his guess about Bianhua with Huang - of course it cannot be said on this occasion.After all, he had something on his mind. As soon as he raised his eyes after hesitating, he saw a shadow pressing down.

They just turned around and turned into the corner of the first dance, no one was paying attention to them, so Huang lowered his head and pressed a kiss on the corner of his mouth.

He was in a trance.

This is still a public place, the kiss only reached the lips, Yimulian was soon forced to "leave" - ​​it was a heavy tilt, the whole upper body was leaning on Huang's hand, Huang supported him, This feeling is very strange, he rarely dances women's steps, and naturally he has never experienced this kind of lower back posture.

Strange as it may be, but he didn't think it was too awkward. Everyone around him was immersed in the dance music, and no one would pay attention to them at all.

The dance music became enthusiastic again, and covered up the sweet words of others that were in my ears. I looked at the strong and powerful arms, and there was an unspeakable heat wave in my heart.

He asked something that would have been too embarrassing for him to say in the past.

"Can I ask again...how much I like him?"

Huang tightened his arms around his back, pretending to be embarrassed, but couldn't hide the sudden lightness of his tone: "Who knows, let's see for yourself."

Yimulian blinked his eyes vigorously.

Huang's consciousness cloud is no longer on guard, and Yimulian knows that this is a signal from the sentinel pheromone to show his favor to him. This "invincible" dark sentinel has opened up the highest authority to himself.This is Huang's promise, and he didn't break his promise - he said, you will be fine, and at that time, my heart will be open to you, if you want to see it, just come and see it.

——It’s probably because the love doesn’t know where it started, and it goes deeper and deeper.

Yimu Lian choked up.

"I……"

"Tsk!"

Yimu Lian hurriedly lowered his head to see that he still failed to realize his dream of "not stepping on each other's feet in the whole process".Huang's leather shoes suddenly had a corner dented, he felt embarrassed, and then reacted belatedly...

He clearly kicked something hard at Huang's ankle just now.

Is it a gun? !

"Hush." ​​Huang squeezed the back of his hand.

He actually brought this kind of hot weapon that would involve the entire empire once it was found to this venue!Yimulian held back not daring to take a breath, for fear that someone would find out that something was wrong, but Huang's eyes were so swearing, he believed that the other party had a reason to take such a risk, and finally turned the preaching into a murmured complaint.

"Don't worry me."

Huang Yi raised his eyebrows, and was about to make a joke of "I'll give you the exact words of this sentence", when someone bumped into him from behind.

The waiter was still holding the precious silver plate, and when he saw the wine glass flying out of the plate without stopping, he was so frightened that he lost half of his soul!

The glass of red wine fell to the ground in an instant, no matter who was standing in that position, Huang or Yimulian, at least one of them would suffer——Huangyan quickly released his right hand that was holding Yimulian, and pinched the falling one with his backhand with two fingers On the neck of the cup, the colored wine finally stopped before it spilled out, but half of it was still spilled on his hand.

The stimulation of the alcohol quickly soaked into his bandage through the glove, and the wound was burning with pain.

——There is probably something else in the red wine besides wine!

Yi Mu Lian received a reminder signal from Huang's brain, and stood still with dignity.

The waiter quickly stepped forward, bowed and apologized: "I am very sorry, sir!" He picked up the clean handkerchief on the plate, intending to come and wipe Huang's hands.

Huang frowned, but just handed the cup back.

Well done, why did the waiter come over with the wine?Can this high-end hotel still install pulleys for the waiters?

"Ah, I'm so sorry, it's my fault." Hei Qingming was dancing with a strange woman on his arm, and he didn't know which country's royal family he was from. He turned around when he heard something was wrong, and said, " I bumped into the waiter, otherwise he wouldn't bump into you, but fortunately there was no major problem."

Huang looked at him coldly: "Oh, is that so?"

Hei Qingming smiled slightly, pretending to be apologetic.

The two of them faced each other fiercely, and Yimulian felt the sting of Huang's wound through the spiritual connection. This is definitely not a good time to settle accounts with Hei Qingming. He is not surprised that Hei Qingming will do something, but it has already happened now. The most important thing is to deal with the aftermath.

He frowned anxiously and said, "I'm sorry."

He dragged Huang, who didn't seem to want to miss this opportunity, to go back, and left the dance floor, more anxious than the client: "I'll go back and get the medicine and gauze!"

Huang nodded, went into the bathroom, untied the bandage and rushed towards the wound.

There was indeed something in the wine, Huang couldn't tell what it was for a while, only felt that the wound hurt more than when a bullet was stuck in it, and the veins on his neck were bulging, and he swallowed all his anger.

Yimu came back in less than a minute, with disinfectant and a new roll of gauze in his hand, and calmed down: "There is an emergency medical kit in the hall, so I brought it directly."

Without even thinking about it, Huang smashed a potted plant that was placed on the sink for decoration.

The "Yimulian" in his eyes clearly looks like Yimulian, but he clearly realizes——

That was by no means the Yimulian he was familiar with.

tbc