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Chapter 31
In Qiao Yuchen's cognition, and even everyone else's cognition, Tang Xueqian's world has absolutely nothing to do with the word "passion".
This man was cool, with a sense of proportion in his speech and demeanor, and even his smile was not far away. A hand, a throw, under the elegant appearance does not move to pull the distance.
Qiao Yuchen has always thought that for this man called Tang Xueqian, thinking power and judgment is all that matters in his life, and calmness and clearness are his instincts. As for passion and impulsiveness, they should have retired from his life long ago, or, never existed.
So when Tang Xueqian invited her with a seductive voice, Qiao Yuchen was bewildered to the core: his world, what else could it be like?
He smiled but did not answer.
The moment the music engulfed the entire space, he let go of her hand and released all his passion with a spinning leap into the music's intense rhythm.
Tang Xueqian danced Latin with frightening speed, all the rhythms pouring out from all corners of his body and connecting. He loved to move and spin so fast that almost no one could see where he landed.
The extraordinarily fast walk, the exaggerated hip movements, his body too soft for words, the lingering, seductive movements. A string of continuous notes ringing, Tang Xueqian dancing enchanting, raised his right hand from the side of the face all the way stroking down, a quick turn of the moment ripped open the belt around the waist, Dior Homme's tight low-waisted pants along with his intense movements gradually slipped, dangerously hanging in the crotch, he licked his lips, no qualms about reaching out and stroking up between the two crotches, crotch swinging in line with the strong rhythm. The dance was nakedly suggestive of sexual action, and he seemed unconcerned, oblivious to the screams that rose up around him, tilting his head back and dancing even more aggressively.
Hot, the body is too hot, but the heart is cold. Qiao Yuchen, can you see?
Tang Xueqian blinked his eyes, there was a slightly wet feeling in his eyes, the only thing in the range of vision was Qiao Yuchen's warm and beautiful figure, hidden and unseen, so that he couldn't catch it.
Tang Xueqian suddenly closed his eyes, solo dance posture more enchanting, indulgence like once hidden everything poured out. Swinging his hips, twisting his hips, spinning, and reversing his body. He was already blessed with a unique appearance of poise, and now he was even more intent on letting these play out to the extreme, so the stunning feeling spilled out in an instant, moving and thrilling.
A strange Tang Xueqian.
A truest Tang Xueqian.
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On the side of the Zhong Mingxuan look sigh: boss, you this time really blood money ah!
Tang Mrs. Xiao Susu finally could not look at it, her face was red beyond words, her voice trembled as she asked, "...... Is he really born of me?"
"Well, it's not your question