novelraw Chapter 468: Dance with Me
Chapter 468: Dance with Me
After finishing her makeup, Mu Yiliang stared at herself in the mirror and almost didn’t recognize herself.
Her features were still the same, but her hairstyle and makeup were completely unfamiliar, creating a version of herself that felt like a stranger.
Mu Yiliang sat there, holding a breath, and suddenly a shadow flashed in the mirror.
Her heart sank.
The two maids silently withdrew. Mu Yiliang’s whole body tensed up, with that scorching gaze from behind making her too afraid to move.
It wasn’t until she heard footsteps that she abruptly stood up, turning to face the newcomer.
The next second, Mu Yiliang froze.
This man... was unbelievably beautiful!
Mu Yiliang felt that words like handsome and dashing were insufficient to describe the impact she felt at first glance. His striking appearance blurred the lines of age!
"...Who are you?" She couldn’t help asking.
The man was tall and slim, with no expression on his face, but his gaze upon her gradually became entranced. After a long time, a bone-deep hatred seemed to resurface in his obsessed eyes!
He slowly walked towards her, his gaze dreamy and intoxicated.
Mu Yiliang instinctively stepped back, but behind her was the dressing table, leaving her nowhere to retreat, and she bumped into it! The sound of bottles clattering resonated clearly in the spacious room, snapping the man opposite her back to reality.
He fixedly stared at her face, finally revealing a smile, as if something he’d longed for had finally fallen into his hands.
"Mu Yiliang?"
The man’s voice was slightly hoarse, and his tone was somewhat strange, as if he wasn’t accustomed to speaking Chinese.
"Yes." Mu Yiliang calmly replied, "Are you Nie Qing?"
He showed a trace of surprise: "Is that what you all call me? Yes, I am Nie Qing."
Mu Yiliang let out a deep breath.
This was her first time meeting Nie Qing in person, but she hadn’t expected him to be like this; it truly surprised her.
Moreover, she suddenly somewhat understood why this man had chosen Ye Moran as his puppet. Because... the appearance and temperament of both were quite similar: both were strikingly handsome and had a forlorn and melancholic aura... Yet, in comparison, Nie Qing’s looks were more striking and warned people to be cautious.
"What is your purpose, really?" Mu Yiliang couldn’t help asking.
He slowly curved his lips and extended his hand towards her: "Come here."
Mu Yiliang looked at him warily.
"Come dance with me." His voice was somewhat ethereal, yet strangely tender, "Didn’t you say that I look the most charming when I dance? All these years, I’ve never slackened in my practice; you’ll like it."
Mu Yiliang’s heart grew heavier. It seemed Nie Qing had completely mistaken her for someone else.
From the first glance, his gaze at her was clearly through her at another person.
Thinking it over, Mu Yiliang decided it was best to go along for now; better not to provoke him until she understood the situation.
So, she walked towards him step by step, hesitated, and placed her hand in the man’s outstretched one.
The man’s palm was unusually smooth and slippery, making her uncomfortable. Instinctively, she wanted to withdraw, but he held her tightly.
The music started at just the right moment.
The man gently exerted force, and Mu Yiliang had to lean against him. Her heart filled with resistance, yet Nie Qing did nothing inappropriate, merely holding her hand as he led her into the dance floor, his expression serious, as if dancing was sacred to him, not to be disturbed by anyone.