Chapter 174 | Intoxication
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The Strongest Landlord in History
The Phoenix Royal Dynasty
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The Book of Moses
Rebirth of the Mortal Biography
A small beggar who used to beg on the street
Rebirth Joy
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Han Sanqian, the Proud Son-in-law
Godly Doctor's Legitimate Daughter
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Many people have found their dance partners and are unabashedly focused on this couple in the corner.
Seemingly unable to handle too much emotion, the Consul was initially bewildered and only snapped back to reality when the soft female voice took the initiative to invite him. As he gazed at the indistinct veil, his face turned red, and a hint of rosy color stained his cheeks and the edges of his ears.
"What... how did you..."
The young man's voice choked up, unable to believe the person standing in front of him. His gaze flickered, and in the eyes of others, it appeared as a heartwarming reunion after a long separation. Only his "companion" knew the true depth of the emotion.
It seems that after being with her, he has become adept at this kind of joy brought about by the soul connection between them.
He made an unexpected counterattack on the "chessboard," appreciating her reaction, but Edmund realized too early that he was happy when the music prelude started.
He can't dance the woman's waltz.
He has never danced in front of others.
When they are alone or sneaking out of some dance parties, Chris would teach him dance steps on a whim. Due to the physical and strength differences, it is difficult to get him moving as his male physique is rigid and heavy. Moreover, the waltz requires the man to lead and guide the female partner, so she naturally accommodates him by dancing the woman's steps herself.
In a hot relationship, it is difficult for two people to concentrate on one thing. Teaching often turns into meaningless cuddling, swaying, and idle chatting.
Fortunately, diplomats are always prepared and have a high level of emergency rescue ability.
With all eyes on him, the British man tilted his head slightly and gave a disdainful smirk.
"In the reasons for leaving me that you personally stated, you said I love dancing too much, and our heights don't match."
"Are you willing to dance with me now?"
"Everyone in the room turned their attention to O'Gorman, witnessing this latest development offstage, and couldn't help but feel anxious."
"Although their feelings were not resolved, each time it was the other party who left without a word, making all the decisions on their own, so it's no wonder Bennet, a person with such a good temper, found it difficult to accept."
Wearing a more tightly fitted "mysterious lover" costume than in the opera, he remained silent with his hands fixed in place, but hesitated to curl his fingers.
"Do you remember the six basic dance steps I taught you?"
She suddenly said.
Edmund: "You said that I am the most talented student you have ever seen."
The young and handsome consul sighed lightly, raised his arm to adjust his cuff, unbuttoned his coat smoothly, then looked up at his dance partner. His hands, with distinct joints, slid into the palm, reassuringly clasping back through the gloves.
Kris still had a grimace on her face, but she compromised and said softly, "I'll take the lead in dancing the waltz."
In the melodious music, the person who promised to dance the waltz reversed the roles and led him onto the dance floor like a gentleman.
No one cares about the details of who leads in dancing the tango anymore, only about whether this couple will reconcile. Even if no one heard her response, seeing them face each other on the dance floor caused many people to lose control and cheer excitedly.
Consul could not help laughing and pursed his lips, pinching a non-existent skirt corner. Crossing his slender legs, he lightly tapped the ground with his toe and performed a proper curtsey towards him.
"I must remind you, I really love these handmade leather shoes."
Gently placing her hand on his shoulder, she said intentionally.
Behind the veil, people just watched her.
Over countless dances in the past, he always stood in the corner, watching her dance with other women. She was radiant under the crystal chandelier, and in the end, flushed and sweaty, she returned to his side satisfied.
"Dancing is a language for communication - or perhaps you simply can't dance on Fridays?"
"Your Lordship, attending a ball and only drinking, you are really not fun at all."
"I noticed you've been watching me. Do you like this dance move? When we get back, I'll personally teach you."
"Each time is closer than before."
"Now, he finally took this step."
Can't tell if it's the rhythm of the music or my own heartbeat, shaking gently to disrupt the view through the dark veil, isolating everything, blocking both internal and external sight, unseen by others, unseen by Edmund.
He only has her in his world.
Seemingly unable to handle too much emotion, the Consul was initially bewildered and only snapped back to reality when the soft female voice took the initiative to invite him. As he gazed at the indistinct veil, his face turned red, and a hint of rosy color stained his cheeks and the edges of his ears.
"What... how did you..."
The young man's voice choked up, unable to believe the person standing in front of him. His gaze flickered, and in the eyes of others, it appeared as a heartwarming reunion after a long separation. Only his "companion" knew the true depth of the emotion.
It seems that after being with her, he has become adept at this kind of joy brought about by the soul connection between them.
He made an unexpected counterattack on the "chessboard," appreciating her reaction, but Edmund realized too early that he was happy when the music prelude started.
He can't dance the woman's waltz.
He has never danced in front of others.
When they are alone or sneaking out of some dance parties, Chris would teach him dance steps on a whim. Due to the physical and strength differences, it is difficult to get him moving as his male physique is rigid and heavy. Moreover, the waltz requires the man to lead and guide the female partner, so she naturally accommodates him by dancing the woman's steps herself.
In a hot relationship, it is difficult for two people to concentrate on one thing. Teaching often turns into meaningless cuddling, swaying, and idle chatting.
Fortunately, diplomats are always prepared and have a high level of emergency rescue ability.
With all eyes on him, the British man tilted his head slightly and gave a disdainful smirk.
"In the reasons for leaving me that you personally stated, you said I love dancing too much, and our heights don't match."
"Are you willing to dance with me now?"
"Everyone in the room turned their attention to O'Gorman, witnessing this latest development offstage, and couldn't help but feel anxious."
"Although their feelings were not resolved, each time it was the other party who left without a word, making all the decisions on their own, so it's no wonder Bennet, a person with such a good temper, found it difficult to accept."
Wearing a more tightly fitted "mysterious lover" costume than in the opera, he remained silent with his hands fixed in place, but hesitated to curl his fingers.
"Do you remember the six basic dance steps I taught you?"
She suddenly said.
Edmund: "You said that I am the most talented student you have ever seen."
The young and handsome consul sighed lightly, raised his arm to adjust his cuff, unbuttoned his coat smoothly, then looked up at his dance partner. His hands, with distinct joints, slid into the palm, reassuringly clasping back through the gloves.
Kris still had a grimace on her face, but she compromised and said softly, "I'll take the lead in dancing the waltz."
In the melodious music, the person who promised to dance the waltz reversed the roles and led him onto the dance floor like a gentleman.
No one cares about the details of who leads in dancing the tango anymore, only about whether this couple will reconcile. Even if no one heard her response, seeing them face each other on the dance floor caused many people to lose control and cheer excitedly.
Consul could not help laughing and pursed his lips, pinching a non-existent skirt corner. Crossing his slender legs, he lightly tapped the ground with his toe and performed a proper curtsey towards him.
"I must remind you, I really love these handmade leather shoes."
Gently placing her hand on his shoulder, she said intentionally.
Behind the veil, people just watched her.
Over countless dances in the past, he always stood in the corner, watching her dance with other women. She was radiant under the crystal chandelier, and in the end, flushed and sweaty, she returned to his side satisfied.
"Dancing is a language for communication - or perhaps you simply can't dance on Fridays?"
"Your Lordship, attending a ball and only drinking, you are really not fun at all."
"I noticed you've been watching me. Do you like this dance move? When we get back, I'll personally teach you."
"Each time is closer than before."
"Now, he finally took this step."
Can't tell if it's the rhythm of the music or my own heartbeat, shaking gently to disrupt the view through the dark veil, isolating everything, blocking both internal and external sight, unseen by others, unseen by Edmund.
He only has her in his world.