his.Besides, she now needs to find a way to mend her relationship with Mu Xing.However, she didn't dare to refuse directly. After all, Yun Ze had leverage over her. Thinking for a moment in silence,...Melodies arise, ethereal and lingering.

Yin Hang grasped Mu Xing's left hand, his other hand resting on her waist, allowing her broken hand to rest on his arm. He whispered, "Waltz, can you"

Mù Xīng nodded, "A little."

The master taught her many things, dancing being one of them. She didn't want to learn at first, after all, what was more fun than going into the mountains and fighting wild beasts But the master tempted her with strawberries.

She was tempted into agreeing, but when she diligently studied and learned all kinds of dances, and went to her master to collect on his promise, she was given a painting of a strawberry!

She was so angry that she chased her master all over half the mountain, but when she thought back on it, she kind of missed him.

Yin Hang had already started dancing. Mu Xing was lost in thought and missed a beat, nearly falling.

The guests who were waiting to see her humiliation immediately smirked, wait and see, there will definitely be even more embarrassing things!

Lan Xuan stood among the guests, a smirk playing on her lips. She couldn't wait to see this incompetent wretch lose face under everyone's gaze, being scorned by A Xiao.

Meanwhile, Mu Xing in the center of the dance floor had quickly adjusted her steps, keeping pace with Yin Hang's rhythm. Not only did she no longer make mistakes, but her dancing was exceptionally graceful.

The white long dress fluttered in the dance floor, like a white butterfly, graceful and unrestrained.

All the guests were stunned. Was this considered rude Was this beneath them

Lan Xuan couldn't believe it. This little wretch didn't seem very intelligent at all, yet she could dance And she danced so well!

Yin Hang looked at the girl in front of him, who was as delicate as a fairy. He thought to himself that this girl was too humble; her dance moves were no less skillful than those of a professional dancer.

And he could feel her ease, clearly this wasn't her true strength. So he deliberately quickened his pace, wanting to see what this girl was truly capable of.

Mu Xing easily followed, her black hair swirling as she turned, drawing a graceful arc in the air. Her skirt fluttered, like petals dancing in the dazzling lights of the dance floor, making her look like a blooming white rose.

Alluring and captivating, yet with an unattainable sense of sanctity.

Mu Xing's performance was dazzling and unique, her beauty surpassing even Yin Hang's charm. Everyone was captivated by her dance, their gazes following her every move.

Shen Yi looked at the girls dancing gracefully in the dance floor, a flash of astonishment appeared in his eyes, "Lao Fu, I was wrong last time. You didn't just pick up a treasure, you dug up a treasure trove."

Yet, before he could finish his words, the grim-faced man had already strode towards the dance floor. As Mu Xing was about to step into Yin Hang's embrace, he stretched out his long arm, wrapped her slender waist in his grasp, and hoisted her onto his shoulder.

A man radiating intense anger strode out of the banquet hall, carrying someone in his arms, amidst the shocked stares of everyone present.

The entire hall was silent, save for the unfinished music.

Yin Hang's hand hung in mid-air, a mixture of embarrassment and lingering satisfaction.

It's a shame that he left before the dance was finished. It's rare to find someone who connects with him so well in dance.

Fu Lingxiao carried Mu Xing to the penthouse presidential suite. With a thud, he slammed the door shut, carrying her into the bathroom and placing her in the shower stall before ripping off her clothes.

"Uncle, why are you doing this!" Mu Xing struggled, her face full of confusion.

Fu Lingxiao's face was icy cold, his thin lips pressed together in silence. In three or five moves, he stripped her clothes off and turned on the showerhead, drenching her head and body.

Mu Xing wiped the water from her face and then covered her chest, turning her side away. The feeling of being naked made her both embarrassed and wronged. She lowered her head and said nothing.

Fu Lingxiao couldn't care less about her emotions right now, he was about to explode with anger!

Facing the girl's graceful figure, there was not a hint of desire in his eyes.

This little thing, actually agreed to another man's invitation in front of him!

The moment he saw that what-a-joke "dance king" put his hand on her waist, he lost control. If Shen Yi hadn't stopped him, he would have broken that hand right there!

When he heard someone say that she was a match for that dancing fool, he couldn't help but react.

What the heck!

The man looked like a lion with its mane on end, radiating danger from every pore.

Mu Xing also felt that he was angry at this moment, his eyes glanced at the man, regardless of the three seven twenty-one, first admitted his mistake and said: "Little uncle, I was wrong, don't be angry."

Fu Lingxiao ignored her. The little thing was all over the smell of other men, he didn't like it!

"Uncle…"

Mu Xing carefully reached out a hand and grasped his large hand that hung by his side, gently shaking it. A pair of innocent doe eyes gazed at him, "Hug me."

This hand, held by that what-the-heck dance king!

Fu Lingxiao forced her hands away, his thin lips curled coldly, "Wash yourself clean before you touch me again."

Mu Xing: "…Where am I not clean…"

Everywhere!

Fu Lingxiao threw her two words, charging her body several times, then washed her with shower gel twice. He pulled over a bath towel with a big hand, wrapped her up, and carried her back to the room, throwing her on the Kingsize bed.

The girl looked like a startled fawn, her fair face flushed with pink. Her eyes were misty, and her long hair, wet from the bath, was spread out on the white bed sheet. Beneath the towel, her long, straight legs gleamed white as jade in the light.

Her skin was as white as snow, and her black hair was messy, but she was breathtakingly beautiful.

Fu Lingxiao's sexy Adam's apple bobbed, and the next second, his tall figure pressed down, the anger in his chest turning into a surging kiss.

As if he wanted to rip her apart.

Mu Xing was kissed until her face was flushed red, her fingers helplessly clutching the man's shirt, letting out soft, kitten-like whimpers.

The man finally moved his lips away, and as she gasped for breath, a wave of heat suddenly surged through her chest.

"Mmm…"

Her hands cupped the head nestled against her chest, her slender fingers threading through his black hair...

The faint fragrance lingered in the air, causing Fu Lingxiao's rationality to crumble gradually. Right before he completely lost control, he abruptly raised his head, his chest heaving violently, his breath thick and heavy.

He gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and waited until he had calmed down a bit before daring to look down.

The girl beneath him had hazy eyes, her stunning face blooming with a captivating charm, like an exquisitely painted oil painting. Her slightly raised eye corners and bright red lips were bold and colorful, exuding an alluring and enchanting aura.

What a little fox!

Fu Lingxiao's breath hitched again, struggling hard to control himself before he was pulled in by her once more.

When Mu Xing calmed down, he reached out and pinched her delicate chin, his cold eyes narrowed slightly, "Little thing, let's settle the score."

"Oh."

Mu Xing whimpered in response, she had no idea where she had angered her little uncle again.

Fu Lingxiao's deep eyes stared into hers, questioning, "Why dance with him En"n away because of it.”Facing the problem head-on is the best way to solve it. I will not allow myself to be trapped in this shadow for my whole life.Besides, someone who only runs away from problems d...