Geeky

"I didn't expect you to be so good."

"It's not as if you have rich taste and balanced nutrition."

The two of them were chatting peacefully on their faces, but their feet were fighting for male steps at every rhythm point. The graceful foxtrot seemed to imply the smell of gunpowder.

Xerxes said: "We are going to get married after all, it's better not to indulge too much in the back garden."

Balaam took him for a spin: "So, are you ready to give up those gardens of yours?"

At this time, a thin bell sounded.

With a swaying rhythm, like a drop of dew that fluctuates but does not fall, it sounds above the head, attracting people's unconscious attention.

In the ceiling of the banquet hall, there is a round hole like an ancient well, and a silver swing is being lowered from it at this time.The swing slowly descends, and the first thing that comes into view is the veil skirt piled up on it, and the hem of the skirt flutters and falls like rose-colored light smoke.Then there are a pair of bare, pale ankles—one standing on a gauze skirt, the other standing on tiptoe, with rose-shaped bells dangling from black anklets.The owner of the foot shook his left foot lightly, and then a small bell sounded again, like a pebble thrown into a lake, into a minuet.

The silver swing continued to descend at a constant speed, but it made people feel that it had slowed down.

The delicate calf, which is as white as ice and snow, slides out of the dark and rough "patio" inch by inch in the sound of the music, and in the sigh of the notes, a pair of beautiful hands come down—reminiscent of how the soft waist is. Folding downwards—twisting the gauze under the feet with the fingertips, the gauze is like a puff of smoke rising up, and it is like rose-colored flowing water, flowing upwards.

The swing is still falling, showing piece by piece; the gauze skirt is still rising, swallowing inch by inch... as if the two are playing some chasing game.

The rose-colored gauze skirt finally wrapped the graceful body, leaving only a snow-white back as if emerging in the water waves.A beauty brushed her wavy black hair, her waist was slightly twisted, and one hand seemed to be holding the silver chain of the swing...

She is so arrogant and romantic with a back view to impress everyone.

... Duchess Windsorie.

Black feathers danced around her, and in the whirling melody, she slowly turned her face, a very light and very thick face.

Her shoulders and waist moved with it, as if she was turning her body inch by inch from top to bottom...

She was sitting on a swing, her rose-colored skirt, in the wind blowing from nowhere, flew up like a butterfly, almost touching her thighs.She raised her bare/bare feet and asked the footman to put on her shoes as she landed slowly.

The swing stopped falling and began to spin, as if to show her in all directions to the audience below.More than a dozen males of the blood race came to her and extended their hands to invite her to dance. She smiled and jumped into the arms of one of them.

But people—men and women—still couldn't look away from her.

They all danced around her, hoping she would choose to hold their hands when they switched partners.

"She's beautiful, isn't she? Everyone's looking at her."

Atossa withdrew her gaze and met Su Shi's eyes.

When he stares at you quietly, you will feel like a painting.

Like a Girl with a Pearl Earring.

Let those who look at you grow old one after another, and the eyes that love you are urged to wither by time like a blooming flower, only you are gazing at the world with an eternal smile.

"So, now my eyes are finally exclusive to you?"

"..."

Atossa looked at him with a reserved and sweet smile, a new smile like a bud.

The curvature of the corners of his lips remained the same, but his eyes lit up the stars bit by bit.

They spun, twirled, twirled in the increasingly lively music, as if children were about to turn their feet off the ground and fly... Atossa's skirt was surging like white waves .

More and more feathers fell and swirled under their feet.

As if immersed in some kind of crazy vortex, they walked around pair after pair of embracing and dancing couples, and passed through the black gauze curtain with huge rose flowers made of pink burgundy satin on both sides, with the wind blowing overhead. The black gauze fell together into the soft, floating and deformed sofa on the balcony.

"Wake up, baby."

Xerxes' mocking voice sounded in his ears, and Balaam withdrew his gaze from Lady Windsorie.

Balan had some bad associations with Lady Windsor... If Mino wore women's clothes...

Xerxes felt relieved when he saw the flash of unnaturalness in his expression——

He was a little suspicious that Balan wanted to drive a wedge between him and Atossa, was it because he wanted to get him?

Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain why Balan would help an ordinary human being approach his fiancée, wouldn't he?

If it's just a prank, it's a bit too much, Balan is not so ignorant; if he likes Atossa, then he shouldn't let another man please her... Thinking about it this way, it seems that there is only "For him, Xerxes" is the answer...

Although this conjecture is outrageous, Xerxes has always been baffled by men's love for men, and has no idea... Maybe Balaam fell in love with him when he wasn't paying attention?

Thinking of this, Xerxes only felt that the goosebumps all over his body from dancing were about to rise.

Xerxes suddenly noticed that Atossa and the human were gone. After scanning the surroundings, his face darkened, and he turned to leave, but Balaam took his hand and led him around. In a circle, put an arm around his waist.

The two danced the foxtrot into a tango abruptly, which gradually attracted everyone's attention. For a while, Balan inserted his legs into Xerxes's, and for a while, Xerxes hugged Balan who was bent backward... …they seem to be radiating with passion.

But no one would have thought that hidden under the dance moves was a secret contest of strength——

One wants to get rid of the other, and the other imprisons the other.

But due to the occasion, no one is willing to really do something and make an outrageous move.

Black feathers floated across the sides of their pale faces.

Xerxes stared at Balan and said:

"If he dares to touch her, I'll kill him."

Balaam also said coldly:

"he's mine."

……

Atossa gasped, her chest heaved, and there seemed to be a vibrating emotion in the air.

Su Shi looked down at her for a long time before turning over and sitting on the sofa. After a moment of silence, he suddenly said:

"Today is the anniversary of our acquaintance."

She played with her skirt and said, "Has it been that long..."

"I have a present for you."

Atossa turned and touched his coat: "Where is it? Where is it?"

Su Shi grabbed her troubled hand and said with a smile, "Close your eyes."

Atossa tilted her head and looked at the place on his body where the gift might be hidden, then closed her eyes obediently.

When she opened her eyes again, Su Shi was pulling up one sleeve of the dress, exposing the wrist of one hand—the joints were hard and graceful, and a pearly white satin was tied on the beautiful and healthy light golden skin, Tie into a bow shape.

"open to take a look."

A voice that seemed to be bewitching floated to Atossa's ears, as soft as the white mist in the morning, revealing some fresh green with dew in the forest.

Atossa stretched out her hand, touched the ribbon on one side as if touching a butterfly that was about to fly away, and gently pulled it with her fingertips.

The white ribbon slid down and landed on the hem of her skirt.

She raised her head and looked at the man in front of her who smiled reservedly——

"Now, he's yours."

Su tried.

Atossa looked at him quietly, and after a while said:

"Can I kiss my present?"

She put her hand on his shoulder and approached him slowly.Like a cloud in a windless night sky slowly moving towards a full moon.

Su Shi's body tensed up, giving birth to the desire to escape.

When Atossa closed her eyes and put her hand on his ear,

He held his breath and closed his eyes.

As if waking up from drowsiness, Atossa slowly opened her eyes again, looking at the slightly trembling eyelashes nearby.When she kissed him, he showed a shy and uneasy expression, waiting anxiously... as if she gave him one kiss was already too much.

It's really endearing.

She stroked his face tenderly with the backs of her fingers.

Su Shi felt the slightly hard silkiness lingering on his face.He opened his eyes hesitantly, and looked at Atossa who was close at hand.

She showed him a charming smile, kissed her index finger, and then gently pressed the kissed fingertips on Su Shi's lips.

For a moment, Su Shi had an illusion—he really wanted to protect her...

He stretched out his hand and brushed away a strand of curly hair that fell to her cheeks. There was a kind of well water in his eyes, which would only be stirred up by fallen leaves on the water.

"Atossa, can I trade my life for a period of yours?"

"..."

Her innocent and gentle face remained motionless, and there was a kind of sweetness that had been dusty for too long in her candied black eyes.

For a moment Atossa felt a deep sorrow.

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