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Qi Ye smiled enchantingly, like a bewildering poppy, he took a step back and stretched out his hand elegantly: "Mrs. Qi, do you have the honor to invite you to dance?"

It is a sin for a man to be so bewitching.

For Ye Weilan, who was drowning in his gentle shroud all day long, she had no resistance to this man.

She loved him and had long since surpassed everything.

Ye Weilan smiled and put his hand in his palm and stood up with his pull.

Her legs, which are too fragile, are not as sensitive as ordinary people, and her dance steps are extremely slow, but they are extremely graceful.

The banks of the Seine are filled with melodic music, a country that celebrates romance, and passers-by can't help but stop and be drawn in.

Beautiful people are in a beautiful environment, doing beautiful things, and pleasing to the eye.

She spun in front of him, her delicate cheeks stained with cherry blossom pink, step by step, lightly stepping on the rhythm, smiling like a flower.

Qi Ye pursed the corners of her lips: "My wife experienced a misfortune a while ago, her legs were injured, and it was difficult to stand up. ”

Lady Liberty held her scepter alof, her eyes looking down at the world with compassion.

Warm applause rang out all around, and people's eyes were kind and excited.

"Man, your wife is so pretty."

"Come on"

"God will bless you."

Ye Weilan's eyes were slightly moist, and her feet suddenly collapsed, and as soon as her eyes opened, her body fell down.

The crowd resounded with one exclamation after another.

A second before she landed, an arm wrapped around her slender waist, Qi Ye took the person back into his arms, and he caressed her frightened eyes with a soft smile: "Be careful." ”

A moment of elegance, extremely clear and gorgeous, amazed the entire Seine.

So glamorous.

So romantic.

So affectionate

There is a kind of tenderness that can be the envy of the world.

Not far from the top of the high Golden Palace, there is a woman standing in the wind.

The gorgeous skirt fluttered in front of her, and she looked at the banks of the Seine, her eyes fixed on the man, and her white fingertips slowly grabbed the hem of the skirt.

Far away, she didn't see the specific faces of the man and woman.

But there is a kind of person who can't take his eyes off it with just one glance.

The corners of the woman's mouth were slightly hooked, and her eyes flashed with a strange look of longing for possession.

Qi Ye returned to the villa with Ye Weilan in his arms.

Lilith, who was the housekeeper, fluttered over, and the tea blossomed a lot, white and chubby, and followed behind her mother like a husky.

Qi Ye took off her shoes half-squatting and half-kneeling, rubbed her white and slender feet for a while, looked up, and saw Ye Weilan lying on the bed, her eyes closed, and she seemed to have fallen asleep.

Qi Ye stepped forward and kissed the soft lips: "Don't take a bath"

"Wash," she replied in a daze.

Qi Ye's bewitching eyebrows deepened, and he picked her up and went into the bathroom.

skillfully stripped off the clothes of the little wife, looking at the soft body as white as jade in his arms, Qi Ye's eyes were black and terrifying.

Ye Weilan vaguely felt something strange in her sleep, and when she opened her eyes, she met someone's wolf-like black eyes, she was excited, and the sleepy insect was scared away in an instant.

"Qi Ye" she shouted with a stumbling voice, lowered her head, and looked at her inchless body, her white and tender cheeks turned red for a moment.

Shyness is an emotion, I'm afraid I'll have to follow a certain girl for the rest of my life.

Qi Ye put her in the bath, raised his hand to stroke her delicate cheeks, and his voice was hoarse: "Lan"

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