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Ding Shan had been silent the whole time. She did not even raise her head. She stiffened, so Xiang Hong thought Ding Shan was not feeling well.

But who knew that when Xiang Hong spoke, his chest was like a musical instrument, vibrating in Ding Shan’s ears? It was magnetic and accompanied by the perfume on Xiang Hong’s suit; Ding Shan was a little dizzy. She sighed to herself. This was a man with good taste. Just like the fragrance on his body, it was cold, domineering, and dangerous.

After a moment, Ding shan sniffed the fragrance again. He seemed to have smelled this scent somewhere before. There were a lot of people wearing perfumes, but this unique smell was not typical. Ding Shan was sure that this was not a popular style, so where had she smelled this cold and domineering perfume before?

Ding Shan couldn’t remember, but she felt the man in front of her was full of secrets. His mysterious origin, mysterious attitude, and mysterious eyes made Ding Shan instinctively want to stay away from him. This kind of person was too dangerous.

Although she thought this, Ding Shan couldn’t deny that such a man was undoubtedly attractive.

Before she knew it, Ding Shan said to the man in the next second, “The fragrance is exquisite.”

After she finished speaking, Ding Shan realized that she had said something very ambiguous. When a man and a woman were dancing together, it was easy to misunderstand if perfume was suddenly mentioned!

Ding Shan’s face turned red. She couldn’t care less about her shyness as she raised her head and wanted to explain.

“As long as you like it.” Xiang Hong smiled brightly.

Ding Shan did not dare to raise her head all this time. Now that she had suddenly raised her head and Xiang Hong had lowered his head slightly, their faces were very close. In front of Ding Shan was Xiang Hong’s handsome and charming smile.

So he could smile like this too, Ding Shan thought to herself. She felt this mysterious person would only have a stern face or a provocative smirk. He could smile so quickly and beautifully.

Ding Shan didn’t want to be fascinated with him in public, so she blinked and silently lowered her head.

Xiang Hong looked at the woman in his arms, who was hiding away like a little quail. He shook his head helplessly. Was he that scary? He didn’t even dare to take a look.

Ding Shan struggled slightly, trying to take back her hand. “That’s enough; stop dancing.”

Xiang Hong refused. He clasped Ding shan’s waist tightly for the first time and did not let go.

Feeling Xiang Hong’s silent refusal, Ding Shan was a little annoyed. She had already danced a while, so why was he unwilling to let go? She should not have agreed on impulse just now. The two of them did not even know each other, which was too intimate!

Xiang Hong’s hand was placed initially on Ding Shan’s waist, but now he had increased the pressure. Ding Shan felt that the big hand on her waist was firm, making her uncomfortable.

Xiang Hong could sense Ding Shan’s mood, so he lowered his head and coaxed her softly, “Dance with me for a while longer; the music isn’t over yet.” He had decided not to let anyone take Ding Shan from his hands to dance.

Who knew if there would be someone not afraid of death who would try to imitate him and dance with Ding Shan?

“Then let go of me a little,” Ding Shan said softly, frowning.

Xiang Hong laughed and released his hand, which then returned into a gentle grip on Ding Shan’s waist.

“Are your hands not sore?” Ding Shan heaved a sigh of relief and asked. He had been holding his arm around his waist all this time, and Xiang Hong had to hold her arm himself. An ordinary person would have felt sore long ago.

Xiang Hong smiled slightly. She was a considerate girl. “It’s my honor,” he replied coolly.

Ding Shan didn’t say anything else. She just swayed with Xiang Hong, listening to the rising and falling music in her ears, and her mood calmed down.

Ding Shan suddenly felt that there was nothing to worry about anymore. She asked the question she wanted to ask, “We’ve met before, or rather, we should know each other, right?”

Ding Shan’s question was specific. Although she still couldn’t recall anything, the familiar feeling the man gave her couldn’t be wrong.

Once was a coincidence, but more coincidences couldn’t be ignored. Many things about this man made her feel like thousands of threads entangled in front of her, like a cloud of fog, real and fake, and she couldn’t see through it.

Ding Shan didn’t like this feeling.

No matter his purpose, he had to tell her who he was.