Yin Fangyi said in a low voice, "I'm not strong enough to drink. My head is still a little dizzy. Let's dance a social dance. We can slow down."

Ye Cheng nodded, sniffing the fragrance of Yin Fangyi's body, holding her waist and limbs in her hands through a thin skirt, can clearly feel the plumpness and softness of her waist and limbs, that touch can not be said to be beautiful, my heart can not help but shake. Although he can't dance in modern times, he can still dance a few dances, such as ballroom dancing, which he learned specially for his mission when he was a special soldier....