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The girl's charming figure is more beautiful and charming against the background of aquamarine dress, and her bright red hair shows her lively nature. The upper end is gently rolled into a retro hairstyle, and the lower end is naturally drooping. The supple hair is playfully rolled up and touches the waist. The blue skirt with suspenders reveals her white shoulders and rosy face, revealing a little cuteness in liveliness.

Every step the girl takes, the pink and blue tulle on the outer layer will dance with it, and countless bells in the skirt will ring like the voice of a fairy.

The dancers stopped at the same place, even the dance music gradually stopped, as if afraid to disturb Ling Boxian. However, when people want to explore again, the girl's delicate facial features are covered by a gorgeous dance mask. The golden feathers made her more distinguished, and the girl seemed to notice people's eyes, stopped at a loss, and her hands sweated slightly. ...

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"Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick ..."

At this moment, suddenly a string of notes broke the silence. A romantic waltz rippled in the hall, and the smooth notes were as cheerful and exciting as fish.

A teenager in a white tuxedo walked slowly from the dance floor to the girl with a violin, and his dark blue hair set off his gentle eyes like water. Step by step, it is so elegant and familiar. The girl's heart is warm again. ...

It's him.-Reno.

Chapter 11 Chaos, Waltz

Renault still walked towards her with a faint smile, his blue eyes shining with crystal light. If the core's body seems to be fixed, it can't move any more, just watching him wait for a while with a hint of expectation. ...

Three steps, two steps, one step ... when the slightly cool five fingers are shown to her, the body bends gracefully forward, a standard invitation gesture. Smooth and comfortable, giving people a warm and noble feeling.

If the core brain is blank, it just reaches out mechanically. The moment the finger touches, it is still a trace, a warmth. Passing each other's body temperatures, as if they were integrated. ...

Renault slowly led Ruoxin to the dance floor, and the melodious dance music sounded again. People looked at the two men with envy and continued their dance.

If Xin looks at Renault through the mask and his eyes are clear, if Xin is pounding, he will settle down and look at him, and his heart will be full of silent trust.

Renault smiled, put her petite white hand on her waist and hugged her in the same posture. In an instant, the distance between the two people narrowed sharply, and if the core looked up, it could touch the tip of his nose. At the beginning of the lips, her cheeks are slightly red, and her voice is so weak: "I ... I can't ... dance ..."