The gods crowned her [Famous Book]

I don't know why, the first time Ivy saw him, she thought of playing a prank.

At this time, the tune of the original enthusiastic and joyful procession dance was suddenly changed to slow waltz music, and the dance type was suddenly changed, which caught many couples off guard.

But thinking of the unique bad taste of the host, the Marchioness of Dunllis, everyone was not surprised immediately.Continue to whisper and dance to the beat of the dance music.

But when it came to Ivy, it was more embarrassing.

In the waltz, the female partner needs to be on the shoulders of the male partner, while in the men's step, the female partner needs to hold the waist of the female partner.

Although these actions were relatively normal, the key was that she had had an indelible unhappiness with the man in front of her not long ago, and she had never danced with him.

But she is Ivy, not only can quickly eliminate this embarrassment, but can also climb onto his left shoulder very calmly in an instant.

She even looked straight into his pupils generously, and the corners of her mouth curled into an arc of unknown meaning.

Since he insists on being a realist who doesn't believe in love, Ivy doesn't mind breaking his self-confidence and letting him admit his mistakes.

The moment she put his left shoulder on him, he was taken aback for a moment, and then he also put his arm on her slender waist.

The slow waltz needs to use the subtle tilt and sway of the body to drive the undulating and continuous dance steps, and the dance has a rather ambiguous atmosphere.It was therefore condemned for a while as a "girly dance of debauchery".

Although it is becoming more and more popular now, married young women are still not allowed to dance. It is the best tool for a group of unmarried young men and women to cultivate their feelings.

"I didn't expect that Mr. Clarence could also dance the waltz." Ivy's eyes were hidden in the color of sea water, and at this moment, just like the rippling tide under the starry night, she stared at Kevin without blinking.

"I didn't expect Miss Wellesley to be so good at waltzing."

He answered unhurriedly, with a lower voice than usual, like the wind reverberating in an old castle.

However, he didn't hear her response, but felt that the hand on his shoulder was slowly moving along the shoulder and neckline.

The slender and silky fingers stopped and walked on his shoulders, wanting to enter but not retreating, half retreating, like a fish drowning in the sea gradually swimming, but the moment it touched the skin of the neck inadvertently, it immediately slipped Going down, it seemed that she had touched a restricted area, making her unable or afraid to continue to test.

His complexion was as white as a vampire, almost pale, so the slightest touch would produce a sensitive reaction, and his eyelids would blink unconsciously.

Ivy looked at his expression clearly, but he remained silent all the time, and kept his center of gravity very stable. It was impossible to guess what he was thinking from his deep pupils.

The hand attached to Ivy's waist was cold and had no warmth. Even if the dance steps were accelerated, it didn't shake a bit, and only touched the edge of the waist through the thin fabric.

Although he is gentle, he is by no means a scum.

Facing Ivy's deliberate teasing, Kevin was able to meet her seductive gaze directly, and when her face remained calm, she dodged quickly.

It would be more fun to play hard-to-get tricks with such an abstinence department.

As the dance music got better, the musician lowered the sound of the trumpet to make the crooning violin sound more obvious, accompanied by subtle drumbeats, like tapping the heart step by step.

Their respective eyes with unknown intentions stepped on the drums and pulled back and forth. The invisible filaments had been elongated in mid-air, reverberating and circulating, but they were always hidden in his misty eyes.

The tacit understanding between the two is natural, one advance and one retreat, sideways change positions, the distance is so close that you can smell each other's breath.

And her eyes are becoming a cluster of fire, burning his slender browbones, intending to ignite the heart hidden in his chest.

While the eddy of silence was slowly flowing, a sudden gust of wind whizzed in through the open door and extinguished the white candles that were lighting it.

In an instant, the entire hall was plunged into darkness.

Everyone couldn't help panicking, the host and his wife hurriedly calmed everyone's emotions, and the bright voice pierced through the restlessness and uneasiness: "We are arranging for the servants to relight hundreds of candles, and the gas lamp will be temporarily used soon, please don't worry, ladies and gentlemen. , the dance will resume and continue soon."

When the guests heard this promise, they were comforted a lot, and they talked again in the dark, and the noise and noise returned to the drunken hall.

However, in the darkness, Kevin felt that Ivy's hand had not left his body.

Desire and reason alternately intertwined in the night, the woman next to her gently attached her ears and whispered: "Duke Clarence, your body is hot."

He could clearly realize that she was only half an inch away from him, and there was only a little gap between them, and the temperature of the two of them could touch each other.

Her scorching breath passed over his exposed skin, and melted into his body along with the blood.

The night obliterates vision, but makes hearing and touch extraordinarily clear.

Just like at this moment, he seems to be able to see the smile in the corner of her eyes, like the faint moonlight hidden behind the cloud, letting the ambiguity turn into dew in the night, hiding on the rose branches.

"Maybe it's a fever."

His explanation made her laugh: "The Duke must call for a doctor as soon as possible."

Just as he was about to continue answering, the surroundings were suddenly brightened, and the music just happened to start again.

The host is extremely efficient, and the guests are also invested in the previous state. At this time, Ivy stepped back a little and offered an invitation to him: "Then, please continue."

Before she finished speaking, a pleasant and polite male voice came from behind her: "Miss Ivy, can you dance with me?"

She turned her head, and Prince August was staring at her expectantly.

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