
Oi! I am an article!
Yes, Leng Bingxin was undoubtedly the best among the girls this group of dancers had ever taught.
Every move is so beautiful and so amazing. There is no pretence, no flattery, there is only endless grace, endless charm.
Oi! I am an article!
The melody and the song ended, the dance was finally over…
Leng Bingxin stopped her steps then stood up stably. her face flushed slightly from the hasty dance steps earlier, she was a little breathless, but no one could see her as her face was covered by a veil.
He let out a long sigh, softened his gaze, walked into the crowd like a gentle breeze, looked directly at Bei Fengchen and said: “Not knowing what the Prince is feeling satisfied or not.”
There was no trace of fear, there was only such a foreign and indifferent look, making Bei Fengchen's heart feel shocked. After a long time, he finally raised his pointed chin and slightly nodded slightly.
Oi! I am an article!
Yes, Leng Bingxin had already done so, this kind of woman, this lute and dance skill was truly unmatched, her every move alone was enough to evoke the fantasies of any man. Her charm was so natural, her coldness felt out of reach, her beauty made the men of this world crave her.
Time passes so quickly.
One year has passed.
In the past two years, there have been some pains and wounds that have eventually slowly faded away with the passage of time.
For the first time, Leng Bingxin was taken to Bei Fengchen's private workspace.
Qinghao stood inside the room, there was no expression on his handsome, cold face, he assessed Leng Bingxin calmly, eventually turning his gaze towards Bei Fengchen.
While Bei Fengchen's gaze from beginning to end was always focused on Leng Bingxin. Bei Fengchen lost a lot of weight, but his pupils were currently shining with a bright light. Leng Bingxin was the opposite, there was only a void in her eyes, with a faint light faintly visible in those eyes.
Bei Fengchen cleaned the silver-colored silk robe with his gold thread embroidery, as if he wanted to clean up the last dust stuck to his dazzling robe.
Leng Bingxin looked at him fixedly at first, in the end as if realizing something, the face behind the veil gradually regained its composure, there was a hint of complexity that appeared in her heart, Bei Fengchen finally began his grand plan, after waiting for two years, what would be revealed on this day?
Just as Leng Bingxin slightly sneered at herself, sure enough, the man suddenly turned his head and their gazes met. As long as Bei Fengchen's body was transfixed from feeling guilty, he forced himself to act calm and then turned his gaze leisurely.
Compared to Bei Fengchen's panic, Leng Bingxin had no other way to hide it other than to laugh.
Qinghao noticed Bei Fengchen's strangeness, looked at her with a gentle gaze and asked: “Why?” Bei Fengchen could not face Leng Bingxin anymore, so he could only clench his lips and shake his head, smiling faintly and saying: “Nothing.”
After that he turned his gaze back to the distance outside the window, seeing the plants creeping on the branches sticking out the window, he coughed lightly then said the words that had already accumulated in his heart: “Bingxin, do you know what I'm looking for you for this time?” After he finished speaking, Bei Fengchen felt a cold gaze as if a cold wind was blowing towards him, he looked up and subconsciously looked for him, looking up, inadvertently gazing with a pair of clear pupils, that pair of eyes was like the spiritual stone of the heavenly palace, so holy and clear, Bei Fengchen was slightly fixated and as he was about to say something, Bei Fengchen was slightly stunned and when he was about to say something, he realized that Leng Bingxin's eyes no longer had the slightest emotional fluctuation.
“I know, Prince spent 2 years on me, it's time to see the results.” As Leng Bingxin said this, there was a flash of light that flashed across her eyes, but it quickly dimmed back, behind the veil, the smile at the corner of her lips was so calm, but also so cold, that it was too, even though he could not see it but it was as if that smile could pierce through the air and sting one's heart.
Wh why? Bei Fengchen repeatedly asked himself, why could he have this kind of feeling towards this woman? Among the women he brought home, they were all so beautiful and charming, but why was it that this woman who had a broken face was even so very special?
Thinking of this, Bei Fengchen took a deep breath, stabilized his emotions, turned his gaze towards Qinghao, reviewed the bitter smile at the corner of his lips and said: “Qinghao, you can see how his wound condition is.”