The elegant music sounded, and the two danced gracefully with beautiful and seductive waltz music.
As they moved, everyone present gasped for breath. After looking at them for a while, they began to discuss again.
"Who said she couldn't dance? Isn't she dancing good?"
"She's not only good. I think she's better than my dance teacher."
If one of the information was false, and other information were even more suspicious.
"Oh, it seems that those women were just jealous and talking nonsense. They are so vicious that they can say such words."
"Yes, they deserve to be driven out."
Julie was dragged by the arms by two guards. She saw Myr
were dancing with music.
He led her, took care of her, and protected her. She flew freely in his arms, and the two of them didn't talk. Because she didn't dare to look directly at him, Myra kept her head sideways in a standard posture of Waltz.
But even if they didn't even look at each other, they seemed to be communicating all the time.
The temperature in his palm, the touch of his fingers, and his firm and calm attitude when he led her made her heart ripple.
Their dance steps were so compatible and their thoughts were so consistent.
Dancing with this man gave Myra an unprecedented sense of pleasure.
It was silent, but amorous.