Yezimo grabbed Xia Yihan's wrist gently and put it on his shoulder. There was no accompaniment and no one watched. All of them were dominated by Yezimo and swayed lightly with Xia Yihan.

"Whoop!" Xia Yihan suddenly laughed. Leaf Mo lowered her head slightly to block the moonlight. She raised her eyebrows and asked, "What's the laugh?"

Xia Yihan quickly stopped smiling and glanced at his stomach and said, "Would you feel panicky if you dance with your stomach up?"

For a long time, Yezi Mo did not answer. Xia Yihan began to reflect on whether he had destroyed the aesthetic feeling tonight. Yezi Mo kissed Xia Yihan's forehead, and...