MTL - Please Take Care of Me, Young Master Quan

  Chapter 1124 The red dress is enchanting, a dance together

   "It's beautiful." He didn't hide the surprise in his eyes, but...

   "The makeup seems to be a little lighter."

  The cheeks are still not rosy, and the lips are still bloodless.

  A pair of eyes, black and white distinct, quiet and deep.

  In fact, Shen Yu didn't wear any makeup at all, she just put on a skirt.

   Just the right size and fit.

  Yan Zhifan didn't care, went into the cloakroom, and came out quickly with an extra lipstick in his hand.

  He walked up to Shen Yu with a smile on his face, "Don't move."

  Shen Yu's eyes were cold, revealing the meaning of defense.

  The man raised his hand and clasped her chin. Just when Shen Yu was about to resist, he turned on his lipstick and said lightly: "If you don't want to take the initiative to obey, then I don't mind forcing you to be obedient."

  The woman froze for a moment, then let go of her strength, no longer trying to break free.

  Yan Zhi smiled back: "It's so good."

  The creamy lipstick body touches the lips, carefully draws the shape of the lips, and then fills in the complementary color.

  The man's movements were extremely jerky. It was obviously the first time he did it, but he was extremely patient.

  The focus on the face and the seriousness in the eyes seem to be completing a great work.

  Shen Yu was expressionless from the beginning to the end, while allowing him to move, but also begrudged the response with only a few words, not even giving him a look.

finally-

"alright."

  He put down his lipstick, took the mirror in his hand, and held it up to Shen Yu.

   "Sorry, maybe I didn't paint it well the first time." At this time, the depth and sophistication faded, and he looked like a shy and nervous young man.

  Looking forward to the tasting and evaluation of my sweetheart.

  Shen Wei raised his eyes slowly, and saw a beautiful face clearly reflected in the mirror, with red lips and white teeth, and picturesque eyebrows and eyes.

   "By the way, there is still a place to go." Yan Zhifan picked up the lipstick, dipped a little with his fingertips, and then lightly tapped on the woman's cheeks.

  Swipe and smudge, and finally dye a rouge color.

  This is the real "hibiscus like face, willow like eyebrow".

  Yan Zhifan took her hand, and the two went down from the second floor to the first floor. During this period, Shen Yu never bent down, but the man knelt several times to lift up the skirt for her.

  Even if he bends down, he still looks like a nobleman, never bowing his head.

  In the spacious hall, the fireplace has been lit, and the complicated and luxurious crystal lamps reflect a warm and bright light, shining brightly like streamers.

  If it weren't for the faint sound of waves in the ears, no one would think that this is a deserted island.

  Because, such delicacy and romance can only appear in the castle of Europa, not any place related to words such as "wandering" and "abandoned".

  The man's bony fingers touched the reading needle of the record player, and soon, the melodious prelude to dance music rippled in the hall.

  Yan Zhi returned to his suit and leather shoes, stood in front of Shen Yu, smiled slightly, bowed and raised his hands, still did not lower his noble head, but lowered his eyelids.

   Gentleman, humble, courteous.

At that moment, as if passing through the long river of memory, the "Shen Qian" who was as gentle as jade in this life, the "Shen Qian" who was thoughtful in the previous life, and the "Yan Zhihui" who had the memory of the previous life and changed his appearance and identity, finally came together. Shen Yu's mind merged into one.

  He is him, but he is not him.

  Two faces, but with three different levels of soul, each level can be taken out to form a complete individual.

  Secret and dangerous, like a ghost, like a god, but not like a human.

  It wasn't until he spoke that he broke the barrier of "not my race"—

   "Beautiful lady, can I invite you to dance?"

  Before Shen Yu answered, she might have already guessed how she would respond. Yan Zhihui didn't give her a chance to choose.

  He took the woman's hand, put it in his palm, stepped on the beat, and slid gracefully onto the dance floor.

  Shen Wei had to follow his steps forward and backward, or spin and jump.

   "Remember this dance song?" he asked.

"do not remember."

   "It's okay..." As he said, the man smiled softly, then lifted her up, threw her into the air, and then half carried her on his shoulders like acrobatics.

  To complete this action, not only the weight and flexibility of the lifter are required, but also the lifter's arm strength and lower plate stability are quite tested.

  Yan Zhihui not only finished it, but also finished it quite easily, just like...

  He has practiced countless times, but this time he is going to perform in a serious manner, and his performance on the spot is even more perfect.

  Shen Yu only noticed that this movement...

   Deja vu!

   At a certain moment, at a certain moment, she also experienced...

   It’s just that the person dancing with her is—Quan Hanting!

   Pupils shrank suddenly, Shen Yu looked at Yan Zhifan suddenly: "You..."

   "Remember?" He smiled softly and interrupted her, "But I don't like you thinking about other men when you're dancing with me."

  Shen Wei: "This song..."

   "That's right, it was also at the banquet that day."

"What do you mean?"

  The man took her to change the dance steps, "It's not interesting, I just want to ask you to dance."

  Pushing it out, pulling her wrist and then pulling it back, Shen Yu rolled into his arms, and raised her hand against the man's chest.

   The four eyes are facing each other, one is calm and the other is smiling gently.

   Just at this time, the dance music ended and the music stopped suddenly.

  Yan Zhifan let her go, stepped back half a step and stood still, bowed and bowed, a gentleman's thank you gift, drawing a perfect end to this dance together.

  (end of this chapter)