C80 (1/2)

Xie Min was reminiscing about her childhood. At this moment, she didn't notice that Ivy had thrown the cobblestone in her hands behind her back. Ivy also put on her mask. After running three laps around everyone, Xie Min didn't catch up. The encirclement around Ivanki broke up, and everyone applauded and cheered.

By the time Xie Min regained her senses, it was her turn. She had never played this type of game before, and the mere thought of it caused her tears to flow uncontrollably.

Since this was Xie Min's first time playing the game and she had no practical experience, she was naturally ambushed by those ”old gangs”. She was punished for performing a performance in the middle of the circle, and Xie Min decided to sing a song called ”Happy Birthday to You”. She was asked to find a partner to perform a French version of Romeo and Juliet for Ivechi. It was difficult to refuse such a generous favor. Xie Min only needed to search for a partner amongst the crowd. Xie Min had initially chosen a young American woman wearing a mask, but this ”young American woman” kept backing away as she said, ”NO, NO …” From the tone of her voice, Xie Min could tell that this person was a lady. She dropped another one and was still rejected. Just then, from the crowd, a man wearing an Afghan leader's mask with a handful of black beards stepped out.

Xie Min only knew how to perform ordinary social dancing, but that ”Afghanistan” seemed to be completely oblivious to everything. With every step, she would step on Xie Min's toes, causing everyone present to burst out in laughter.

”Do you know how to dance?” she asked in French.

”Nope.” the man answered in French.

”Then why did you come out and ask me to dance?” Xie Min asked. At this moment, her toes were stepped on again. She struggled to pull away from the man's feet, carefully moving her feet.

”I saw you standing there awkwardly by yourself, so I volunteered to help you out.” he said righteously.

”Then don't step on my feet!” Xie Min was getting impatient.

He lowered his head slightly and began to pay attention to his steps, but his arm was around Xie Min's waist, and they were very close together. Because of the mask, he could only bend his head to a angle of ninety degrees to see his own steps, but the current situation did not allow him to bend his body to a angle of ninety degrees, so he could only look down at a 45 degree angle to see Xie Min's chest. As he watched, the meat buns that were towering in height quivered, making him feel as if his entire body was on fire.

Under the pressure of nervousness and excitement, the person wearing the 'Afghanistan' leader's mask became even more unruly. His foot began to step on Xie Min's foot again. This time around, it was much more solid than before as it broke the laces of her crystal high heels. Everyone burst out laughing. The atmosphere in the hall also reached its climax.

The party was still going on, and Xie Min limped out alone. The pair of crystal high heels she was wearing now were bought at home and were relatively cheaper. She had never thought of buying shoes in a place like Camphor Street because everyone knew that this was the most bustling commercial street in France. The items in each store seemed unremarkable, but in reality, they were all top international fashion brands.

However, this is not in China, and there are no repair shoes on the streets. He gritted his teeth and walked into a shoe store. For fashionable French women, they never wait until their shoes are broken before buying them. They usually buy them when they see them looking good. As for whether or not they wear them, it is a mystery how many times they wear them.

The shop assistant greeted Xie Min politely and led her around the shop. From time to time, he would recommend new high heels for her.

Xie Min chose a pair of simple, dark, overseason styles.

However, when Xie Min paid the bill, she realized that the amount of money in her bank account was not even enough for this pair of shoes. Her cheeks were as red as the fiery clouds in the west.

At this awkward moment, a figure flashed by and handed a bank card to the shop assistant.

Xie Min's gaze followed the direction of the hand. Why was it him? She remembered that she had seen this man at the French Fashion Festival, and that he was the only one blocking her way on the platform.

Xie Min looked at him with disdain. The melancholy in his eyes was mesmerizing.

”Miss, use mine.” Ji Long said brightly.

”Why are you using yours?” Xie Min had an unsightly expression on her face.

”Because it's me …”

Xie Min looked at Ji Long's expression and suddenly recalled that the person who wore the ”Afghanistan” leader's mask at the party was him.

Thinking up to here, Xie Min took the bank card from Ji Long and said to the shop assistant, ”Paint this one.”