Madame is Pretending to be an Academic Slacker Again!

Chapter 432: Chapter 432: He’s the Kind of Man Who’s Especially Strong—and Especially Pleasurable

Qin Xin was suddenly startled!

Someone actually managed to touch her body before she could notice and counteract!

How fast and stealthy was this person’s movement?

She slammed her elbow back, only to hear a man’s low laughter beside her ear: ”Is the little wife plotting to murder her husband?”

Qin Xin was flustered!

Mr. Nalan?

No wonder the man’s presence felt inexplicably familiar.

But... that’s not right. How could Mr. Nalan be hugging her? Even though his wheelchair is taller than most, to manage a ’hug’ would require her to be sitting in his lap.

Qin Xin turned around in astonishment, only to find she could see nothing but the man’s chest.

She had to tilt her chin up to see the man’s nonchalant face.

Qin Xin thought about her own height and was even more surprised—Mr. Nalan was at least 1.9 meters tall... those impossibly long legs were no for show.

No, wait a minute.

Long legs aren’t the point.

The point is, how is Mr. Nalan standing up?

Qin Xin was utterly stunned.

Looking at the small woman in his arms, as dazed as a wooden chicken, usually so arrogant and fierce, now somehow adorably silly, Nalan Ye Jue couldn’t help but crack a small smile.

All the blood and sweat shed over these days were suddenly worth it.

He tightened his arm, spun her around, and they swirled into the dance floor.

As the world spun around her, Qin Xin heard the man’s teasing whisper: ”Little wife, do you want to ask why I’m standing in front of you? Let me tell you, I not only want to stand in front of you but also dance with you. Because you’re only allowed to dance with me.”

The man’s dominant declaration made Qin Xin’s heart pound like a drum.

She could hardly move, only able to follow the rhythm of the man’s dance steps.

Luckily, the man danced exceptionally well, leading her gracefully through the crowd, avoiding any awkwardness.

Qin Xin suddenly recalled what Song Anjing had said earlier about a kind of man—strong in the arms, powerful in the waist, making dancing with them particularly... pleasant.

If not for her little hand being held by the man, her other hand pressed against his waist, she would have wanted to cover her face: Ahhhhh.

So this is how fun, relaxing, and comfortable dancing is when you don’t have to think or exert yourself, just follow the man’s rhythm.

Their whirling dance steps soon caught the attention of their classmates, who unconsciously made room for them, admiringly watching this heavenly couple dance intimately and unbothered, eliciting bursts of praise.

From afar, Hu Yi stretched his neck: ”Where’s Sister Xin? We agreed I’d dress as a girl, and she’d be the guy, and we’d dance together?”

Ao Xinghao looked at the familiar figure in the distance, pondering silently.

Xin said she wouldn’t dance and didn’t want to dance.

The girl wrapped so tightly in a man’s arms couldn’t possibly be Xin; he absolutely refused to believe it was Xin.

Hu Yi then exclaimed loudly: ”Hey, why does it look like I see my little uncle over there? Wasn’t he abroad for surgery? Well, but he’s a sponsor of the orchestra, so it makes sense for him to be here today... Little uncle? Little uncle? Why isn’t he paying attention to me, just watching someone else dance?”

The dance floor was crowded with people.

Very soon, everyone got swept away by the crowd, unable to see each other anymore.

Nalan Ye Jue kept Qin Xin tightly in his arms, one song after another.

Qin Xin began to worry: ”Mr. Nalan, why don’t we take a break...”

Nalan Ye Jue slightly curved his lips: ”Tired? But I’m just beginning to get in the mood. How about I hold you while we dance, and you won’t have to waste any energy, I’ll do all the work...”

Qin Xin’s face flushed red: ”...”

Why did a perfectly normal conversation seem to have an undertone of something not quite proper?