Chapter 177: Sway, Swirl and Sensation (2/2)

Meanwhile Shang Ling who had been all gentle and kind, greeting the guest around, froze his smile entirely the moment he turned.

”Sister, have you heard of things like your young sister Lan dancing with an actual man?” His whisper trailed off. ”Yes what?” she nodded her head, Shang Xin did not turn to check it out, ”No way.” A conclusion of absolution from her, ”How could that ever happen? I was the one who taught her dancing. Other than being under me and my sister’s lead, no way she would know how to dance with others,” her judgement sounded highly confident. She was utterly sure.

”I think I’m seeing things,” mumbled Shang Ling.

”Yikes! Things you’ve been thinking of. My sister would touch nothing else other than the corner of the room.” She turned her head to Shang Ling, who was staring at one specific direction in blank dismay.

”What again?” Shang Xin was confused as she looked at Shang Ling’s direction. In almost a second, Shang Xin’s eyes enlarged like saucers, as her face froze along.

”W-Was this an illusion?” Shang Ling was wondering if he was daydreaming.

”Yes. It is. It has to be!” Shang Xin was definitely daydreaming.

They looked at each other as they had come into agreement, shouting simultaneously, ”It’s an illusion!”

Seeing that bright smile of Shang Lan, both of the bystanders could hardly believe the fact that the shrinking violet Younger Sister Lan was the girl dancing joyfully with a man on the dance floor.

”What enchantment of this Wang Xing?” Shang Ling was very intrigued of the working behind this.

”What intention of this Wang Xing?” This was what Shang Xin truly cared.

Of course, Ye Chong was unaware of these comments at all. He remained attentive at Shang’s instruction as he treated the whole session as a kind of body reaction training instead.

Shang Lan looked into the eyes of this man with a frozen heart before him. Her lips shaking, as they were lifted into jolly curves. Back on the dining table she had noticed such an extraordinary man who would chomp throughout his course. She was amused by it for she had never seen a grown man eating in such a manner, he must be an interesting kind! If she could have ever tried it once… sadly the education she had been receiving was against it. He then spent the night of soirée all alone at the corner, not talking to anybody - just like how she had always been. Somehow, an urge to invite him for a dance seized her mind. She was actually body-and-soul ready for a rejection from this cold man. He was too cold, freezing cold, that he even disregarded the greetings from Sister Xin and Brother Ling occasionally. He seemed totally unapproachable! B-But! I did not expect him to accept my offer right after a moment of silence!

Their faces were very close to each other, that she could discern every single detail of his face. The indifference of his, the dignity in him and those marks after struggles of survivals… His expression was all solemn and stern by then, which looked like… the face of Brother Ling when he piloted his mech.

You could get this serious when dancing? Such an odd man!

She realized how the man had never noticed her observation, her heart raced as her eyes went larger in caution… uncontrollably, the hint of smile tinted her face.

Shang Zhangming who had long perceived the strange behavior of his daughter after the kind reminder of his servants, had his eyes wet and filled with strong protectiveness as his body shuddered seeing the expression of her daughter while dancing.

And that was when Mr. Robert got enraged witnessing Ye Chong, the boy he had been attentive of, being with the daughter of Shang Zhangming. What a cunning merchant! For he actually could use her daughter to seduce my Wang Xing! Such charisma! Not! His blood boiled but with admiration.

”Well, Ye. Time for your last pose. When I said ‘go’, you toss her out. And you let go of your hand immediately once you tossed her out. Wait her to make a flip in the air. She would reach her hands for you when she is landing. You grab her hand and get her in your embrace. She would fall naturally into it, don’t worry. You just lift her waist with your right hand. And remember! Do it gently! You are not kneading noodles! Don’t exert brute force on a lady!” Shang simply did not want a romance to turn into a horror of a lass being torn apart by a monster called Ye Chong, considering the horrifying strength of his.

”Ok,” responded Ye Chong. Phew, finally, it’s ending. It felt more tiring than marble training.

”Go!” boomed Shang.

Ye Chong was ready for it! His left arm shook, from shoulder to the arm to the elbow to the wrist, like a wave rolling from the sea to the shore!

Shang Lan could feel a potent yet gentle force pushing her upwards. She was lifted into the air as her hand felt a loss in weight. A never-before-felt excitement stimulated her soul. She was all exhilarated as she heard the sound her dress made as the inflowing air breathing through her. It felt refreshing!

The split second she was landing, she reached out her fair slender arms. Before she could ponder of how to land, an arm grabbed her and a whirlwind dragged her down. Soon her nose was poked with a scent of masculinity. She knew, she knew! She had melted into the embrace of this man.

At that moment, a breath of soul raided the neck of the naive girl.

The last move was an unblemished record to Ye Chong’s dancing, even Shang could not get a flaw to criticize with, though it had certainly frightened the spirit out of the Shangs. They feared to see the doll to fall into a million pieces. If that were to happen, Wang Xing this damned man must be thrown into a shredder!

The current posture between two of them was rather suggestive. Shang Lan collapsed in his embrace, with the right hand holding her waist. Her face was only 2 to 3 centimeters away from… from…

Shang Lan’s brain was partially jammed.

Ye Chong had his eyes fixed on the lady in his embrace. That creamy neck of hers, that rolling eyes of hers in lingering stimulation, bewitching… he could feel a kind of heat rumbling in his stomach… The white garb, the smooth skin flashed in his head… The fist, of utter force… The girl he was holding somehow was emanating the identical, peculiar scent from the girl he had been with before…

For some reason, he lowered his head intuitively as he gently gave a lick on her neck!