Xiang Qiuci was puzzled. “What are you doing here?”
Leng jiuchen said enigmatically, “Take a guess.”
How could Xiang Qiuci guess what Leng Jiuchen was thinking? She immediately shook her head. “I don’t know.”
Leng Jiuchen curled his lips. “Then go up and see for yourself.”
When Leng Jiuchen brought Xiang Qiuci to the second floor, she suddenly froze on the spot. Her eyes were filled with shock.
Leng jiuchen pulled her forward, “Do you like it?”
At this moment, Xiang Qiuci’s feelings were indescribable.
Turmeric. The colored floor, the bright wall mirror, and all kinds of dancing clothes.
This was a dance studio.
Opposite the huge wall mirror, there was a wall poster, on which she was dancing.
She couldn’t help but come to the wall painting, her eyes a little absent-minded.
In the mural, she wore a pure white knee-length ballerina dress. Her long hair was exquisitely tied up, and she was only decorated with a white flower wreath. Her beauty could topple nations and cities.
