Rebirth: Back to before the tragedy

A girl wearing cool clothes and with a big bow tied in front of her body stood in the middle, dancing gently to the music.

Her long hair fell to her waist like a waterfall, swaying slightly as she danced.

Her skin is as white as snow, like a delicate lily, exuding bursts of charming fragrance.

She has a pure appearance, a pair of dark, bright eyes. Her watery eyes stare straight at the protagonist of the night, as if to attract his soul firmly.

Her red lips opened slightly, revealing a charming smile, and her shining teeth were particularly attractive under the light.

Pure and charming, she is a rare beauty.

Jiang Yuange looked at her for a while, then realized belatedly that this girl was 60% similar to himself, both had a pair of black and bright eyes, waist-length hair, and fair skin.

Looking at the woman dancing with her slender waist, Yuan Ge admitted that this girl's eyes were indeed alluring.

Yuan Ge was unsure for a moment whether she could hook the man next to her.

It is human nature to get tired of the old and love the new.

Yuan Ge turned around and looked at the man beside him.

He sat lazily against the back of the sofa, his left leg crossed over his right leg, a glass of wine in his hand, looking lazily at the woman dancing in front of him.

The expression on his face made it hard to tell whether he was interested in tonight's gift.

Yuan Ge lowered his eyelids. No matter whether he was interested in that woman or not, he couldn't just sit there and wait for death. He had to do something.

Looking at the still dancing woman, Yuan Ge had an idea. She leaned close to the man's ear and whispered, "Mr. Chi, is her dance as good as mine?"

Her words were like a breeze, gentle yet powerful, lingering in the man's ears.

Yuan Ge is very confident about dancing, and his former teacher also praised him for his talent in this area.

Moreover, Yuan Ge discovered that Chi Morong seemed to like dancing by himself, just like that time in the maple forest evening.

Yuan Ge remembered that Mr. Chi had said that he could go to film, but before filming, he had to dance for him for half an hour.

Thinking of this, Yuan Ge's heart beat rapidly, as if he had grasped a trick.

Yuan Ge blinked her long black eyelashes and whispered,

"Compared to the birthday present that Master Zong gave you, I think you will like my gift more."

The hot and humid breath, coupled with the deliberately slow tone of voice, was like a feather, drilling into the ears, making them itchy.

"So confident?"

Chi Morong had a half-smile on his face and glanced at Yuan Ge.

Seeing that this was the first time Chi Morong responded to him since they met, Yuan Ge knew there was hope.

She raised her hand, and her tender, white fingers slid gently across the man's strong arm.

The tender and rosy lips slightly opened.

"Le Crazy Horse"

As soon as these words came out, pictures automatically emerged in Chi Morong's mind.

The golden ringing sound, the soft waist, the pink and tender skin when aroused, and the soft moans coming out of the throat.

Just thinking about it, the muscles in Chi Morong's legs began to tighten.

Feeling his body's reaction, Chi Morong turned and looked at the woman next to him. Her pair of shiny black eyes were staring at him eagerly, like a kitten begging for attention.

Chi Morong looked at her almsgivingly.

"Then it depends on your performance."

Hearing this, Yuan Ge's heart finally settled down a little.

As long as he is willing to give myself a chance to make amends, it proves that he is not tired of me, at least, not in terms of physical desire.

Then, your own plan will be easier.

Looking at the woman in the middle who was already sweating profusely, Chi Morong suddenly felt bored.

Although the woman Zong Yaohui found is 60% similar to the woman next to him in appearance and figure, and her dancing skills are also good, she is the type he likes. However, with such a good example in front, no matter how good the person behind is, he always feels that something is missing.

Chi Morong's gaze looked through the scene in front of him and saw the scene that seemed to be engraved in his mind.

In the dark night sky, large flakes of snow are dancing in the air.

In the night, a woman with waist-length black hair, wearing an inky silk nightgown, exposed her fair skin to the air.

It was like a night elf dancing there.

Her hair is flying, her skirt is rising, her dancing posture is nimble, and her waist is as soft as silk.

Chi Morong remembered the shock he felt when he saw this scene.

It is too lonely to stay in this dark world. This night elf is a gift from God to me.

It's to accompany myself.