The hands on the clock are about to point to eight o'clock.
Song Qingzhou adjusted the hem of her skirt, while the other four looked at her with some concern, wanting to say something, but they didn't.
Director Wang Mian also looked a little serious. He knew what Mo Ziqian was going to do, and it was very possible that he wouldn't be able to come back soon.
Only Song Qingzhou was not worried at all. Although she and Mo Ziqian had not known each other for a long time, Mo Ziqian would do everything he said. If he said he would come back before the dance, he would definitely come back.
Finally, it's almost eight o'clock.
This time the program team chose the venue for the dance in a small banquet hall in the villa area. The castle-style curved banquet hall has huge crystal lanterns that are sparkling and translucent. The soft lights fall on everyone, forming a light atmosphere. halo.
Outside the door of the heavy banquet hall is a thick darkness that cannot be broken away.
At this time, a clear sound of footsteps sounded from far away and fell in everyone's ears. Mo Ziqian appeared at the door of the banquet hall with a slight cold mist on his body.
A well-tailored black suit looks like the attire of a dark night knight on him. His fine black hair is slightly messy, but it looks more natural.
His eyes were indifferent under the black feather half mask, and his face was full of calm, but his slightly rapid breathing still revealed his urgency.
Song Qingzhou seemed to have expected that he would show up on time. He smiled at him, his big crescent-shaped eyes full of trust.
That smile was like the long-lost sunshine in winter, warming Mo Ziqian's chilly body.
The trust in Song Qingzhou's eyes was more like a small seed, buried in Mo Ziqian's heart. As long as the gentle spring breeze and drizzle blew by, it would quickly sprout and grow into a towering tree.
Mo Ziqian walked towards Song Qingzhou step by step.
Without any hesitation or pause.
Walking up to Song Qingzhou, Mo Ziqian said, "Sorry, I'm late."
Song Qingzhou chuckled: "Just right."
At the same time, the melody of "Nightingale" sounded in the banquet hall. Mo Ziqian put his left hand behind his back, bent down and stretched out his right hand, palm up.
Song Qingzhou gently put his hand into his palm, and Mo Ziqian held it tightly, as if he was holding a rare treasure.
Two other pairs of guests, Shen Jingwen and Ming Yuxi, also put their hands into Chu Ziang's and Xu Sinian's hands respectively.
Some staff members also entered the dance floor in formal attire, and the masquerade officially began.
Forward, backward, step, spin.
Song Qingzhou danced every movement to the melody seriously, and her slightly pursed lips revealed her nervousness.
Mo Ziqian looked at her for a moment. Song Qingzhou was extraordinarily beautiful today. Mo Ziqian felt this way when he entered the door.
The skin under his hands was warm and delicate, and the faint fragrance lingered around him, as if vines were constantly winding up, binding him tightly.
Perhaps without restraint, he indulged himself in it willingly.
The melody changed, and Director Wang Mian's voice came from the distance: "A new song will start soon. Everyone can exchange dance partners."
Shen Jingwen took the lead to let go of Chu Ziang's hand, rotated it slightly, exchanged positions with the staff next to him, and glanced back at Chu Ziang.
Chu Ziang raised his eyebrows at her, took the staff's hand calmly, and continued dancing.
Ming Yuxi and Xu Sinian on the other side also exchanged dance partners, but Xu Sinian's eyes followed Ming Yuxi directly.
Just as Song Qingzhou was about to let go and exchange dance partners, she found that Mo Ziqian was still holding her hand tightly. She looked up at Mo Ziqian in confusion. Mo Ziqian pursed his lips and said, "I didn't say that I must exchange dance partners." ."
Song Qingzhou suddenly realized, could he still play like this?
The melody of the second song sounded, and Song Qingzhou finally felt more at ease. She looked at Mo Ziqian and said, "What perfume are you wearing today?"
Why does it smell so good to her?
Mo Ziqian lowered his eyebrows, Song Qingzhou's figure was reflected in his eyes: "I didn't wear perfume."
Song Qingzhou came closer and sniffed: "I really smell it."
Mo Ziqian heard her voice saying: "It smells good."
He remained silent.
Song Qingzhou was only temporarily interested in this topic. The next second, she started another topic: "The dress prepared by the program team is really good."
Mo Ziqian thought of the message sent by Sikong Yixiao yesterday, and when he saw Song Qingzhou's silver dress, he felt that Sikong Yixiao had done something rare and right.
With a twist, Mo Ziqian held Song Qingzhou firmly and said softly: "The dress is beautiful, and the person is even more beautiful."
Song Qingzhou was surprised. She didn't seem to expect that Mo Ziqian would say such a thing. However, there were many people who said she was pretty since childhood, so she just smiled politely and replied: "You are also very handsome."
Mo Ziqian pursed his lips again. He knew that Song Qingzhou didn't understand what he said, but it didn't matter, the future was long.
The melody of the second song was coming to an end. Xu Sinian and his dancing partner slowly approached Ming Yuxi's position. Seeing his cautious look, Ming Yuxi found it inexplicably funny.
Director Wang Mian's voice came from the distance again: "The last song will start soon, everyone can exchange dance partners."
Except for Mo Ziqian and Song Qingzhou, everyone let go of their partner's hands.
Xu Sinian took a step forward and took Ming Yuxi's hands. Ming Yuxi was surprised to find that his hands were slightly moist. Was this because of nervous sweating?
The moment he held Ming Yuxi's hands, Xu Sinian let out a relaxed breath. Ming Yuxi asked funnyly: "Are you so nervous?"
Xu Sinian held her hand firmly and said, "Aren't I afraid that I won't be able to get it back?"
Ming Yuxi joked: "Do you want to take off my mask so much?"
Xu Sinian raised his chin and said with some pride: "Of course, I must be the first person to see your appearance."
On the other side, as soon as Shen Jingwen let go of her dance partner's hand, a pair of familiar hands held her hand impatiently. The next second, Chu Ziang's smiling voice came over: "Uncover it." I can only be the one to unmask you."
Shen Jingwen tilted her head and stepped aside, snorting softly, but did not let go of his hand in the end.
When Chu Ziang saw this, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.
Song Qingzhou and Mo Ziqian's hands never let go tonight. Song Qingzhou spun again, and his long hair swept across Mo Ziqian's chest, taking away the breath from his body.
Finally, the third dance came to an end, and the staff on the dance floor slowly withdrew, leaving only three pairs of guests.
