The Mysterious CEO and His Feisty Bride
Chapter 290 - 297 Enson, Let’s Meet (16)

Chapter 290: Chapter 297 Enson, Let’s Meet (16)

After Ling Momo finished twirling, she reached out her hand and hooked it backward, and Li Qingshen grabbed it skillfully, gently leading her to turn her body around to face him directly.

Immersed in her dancing, Ling Momo turned around abruptly, only to find that Li Qingshen had taken the place before her, the man holding her waist with one hand and her hand with the other, in the most standard pose.

Li Qingshen’s head was slightly lowered, his gaze deeply fixed on Ling Momo, miraculously causing a sudden tremble deep within Momo’s heart, and she subconsciously began to struggle faintly, seeking to extricate herself from his restraint.

However, Ling Momo found that Li Qingshen’s grip on her waist grew increasingly strong. She frowned slightly and, lifting her head, saw that the man’s expression was calm, his tone even, "Dance with me."

Before she could respond, he suddenly led her into a beautiful and elegant spin.

The moment Ling Momo was led to dance, her entire mind went blank.

For the first few dance steps, she followed his lead completely, catching glimpses of the unreal beauty of the man, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his lips.

Li Qingshen danced as he lived, with elegant composure and a keen sense of proportion.

That sense of proportion was such that an inch closer would seem too intimate, an inch further too distant, grasped just right.

With every gesture, every step, every turn, the man created a kind of stunning beauty in an understated manner, gradually unfolding it.

The music transitioned from being soothing to gradually becoming more passionate.

Ling Momo thought, how could Li Qingshen, a man so ethereal, dance with such passion?

Or perhaps passion and impulsiveness had never made an appearance in Li Qingshen’s world!

Yet, before she could settle on her thoughts, at the very moment the music turned wild, Li Qingshen suddenly leaped, transitioning from his composed and lofty world into the strong rhythm of the music, releasing all his passion.

His passion burst forth in an instant.

Or perhaps exploded.

His speed, his posture, were terrifying.

It seemed as though the music playing stemmed from his very body, his moves and the notes fusing into one.

Ling Momo was led in dance—moving, spinning, bending, and twisting—with the speed increasing until she felt that her body no longer belonged to her.

Not knowing if it was his overwhelming influence, Ling Momo was indeed brought into a state of harmony by Li Qingshen, their rhythms becoming more in sync, their movements growing larger, to the point where the men and women who had been dancing all around stopped and turned their attention toward them, or quietly retreated toward the outskirts of the dance floor.

As they made their exit, Li Qingshen and Ling Momo extended the range of their dance even more extravagantly.

To the point that in the end, there were only the two of them left in the entire dance floor.

The man in a black suit and the woman in a long white dress, this stark contrast of black and white made for a sight so beautiful it was breathtaking.

Li Qingshen, feeling the girl’s coordination, led her into increasingly deep dance steps. He stared deeply into her closed eyes, then closed his own, indulging himself in releasing all the pent-up emotions in a torrent, through this dance, slowly imparting them to her.---