There are three programs today.

The national dance interest team Xia Wenzhuo's solo dance "The Spirit of the Bird", the modern dance "The Opening Mountain" by Vice President Gui Yajun, and the cheongsam show "Moonlight Song" led by President Qi Xiaoqin, who wanted to hard-steel Pei Jiayu's "Han Feng".

Hearing the praise from the female clerk, the dance club participated in it.

"It's just a peacock elf!"

"Xia Wenzhuo, I really didn't expect your figure to be so good. I didn't say that I thought it was not good before, but that when you wear it, you will not only show that your figure is thin, but also fleshy, graceful and slim, and it's amazing!"

"Our dance club, you have at least the top three figures. Hey, I'm afraid that you'll be too tall and will be beaten to death by the leader!"

"Damn girl, do you think I'm a jealous woman?"

“Hehe~”

Zhao Changan originally closed his eyes and made up his mind, not looking at Xia Wenzhuo at all.

As a result, I couldn't help it and took a secret look.

Xia Wenzhuo was facing her back to her, and the big fishtail hem hem she was wearing, outlining her figure to the extreme.

Zhao Changan quickly closed his eyes with his heartbeat, feeling his nose itchy and his blood rushed upwards.

"This woman is simply a beauty!"

Zhao Changan secretly warned himself that he must stay away from her in the future, otherwise he might make a big mistake any time he made a mistake.

You should know that last time I hugged her by the lotus pond at school, this girl stood at a loss like a dull goose, letting him hold her soft and fragrant body.

Zhao Changan didn't dare to think about it anymore.

He quickly turned his body, faced the wall, sucked a cigarette and suppressed the restless anger in his heart.
Chapter completed!