When Jun Xi Qing saw Lu yeming like this, she suddenly missed the beat.
Many women surrounded him and pressed themselves against him. Lu Yeming’s handsome face did not show any change in emotion, nor did he look at those women. He reached out his well-defined large palm and held her slender waist, he hugged her and leaned to the side.
Jun Xi Qing’s slender back leaned against the wall and was pushed into the corner by him. His tall legs blocked her in front of him, blocking her in his arms.
This way, other men would not be able to see her, and those women could only stare at his tall and well-built figure with peach blossoms in their eyes.
“What are you doing?”
Jun Xi Qing pushed him away, wanting to push him away.
Lu Yeming’s voice was low and gentle, with his usual calmness and magnetism. “Aren’t you going to dance? I’ll dance with you.”
Lu Yeming’s large palm pinched her soft waist.
