Chapter 100: The murmur under the moonlit night

Liang Pengfei nodded slightly to Governor Marcelo, took Mrs. Blanche's slender hand, and walked towards the brightly lit dance floor. The handsome and tall Master Liang and the beautiful and charming Governor's wife will become the leader dance today.

The candles are brightly lit in the back garden of the Governor's Mansion, and the noisy music echoed in the night sky. The carefully decorated ribbons and bouquets made the entire back garden look like a fairyland on earth. On the dance floor, as the melody progressed, Liang Pengfei and Mrs. Blanche danced beautiful walts together. In this era, walts have not been popular for long, but their beautiful dance steps have become the favorite of the ladies in the palace.

Fortunately, it was a waltz. If it was an older Western court dance like a small step dance, then Master Liang would be completely blind.

Accompanied by the rhythm of the dance music, Liang Pengfei picked up his dance companion Mrs. Blanche and began to dance gracefully in this cheerful dance music. The two of them pressed tightly together, and the dance steps were smoothly as the dance music moved, with obvious rising and falling movements, forming continuous waves. With the gentle and clever tilt, swing, turning, and rotation, the cooperation between the two gradually became smooth from the beginning. The unique charm of elegance and ecstasy and the relaxed and elegant dance steps attracted everyone present.

"I didn't expect you to waltz too, which was really amazing." Blanche's towering and plump chest tightly pressed against Liang Pengfei's sturdy chest. As the dance steps rotated, the pretty face looked even more charming under the light.

"Don't be too surprised. Every man represents a mystery in this world, waiting for a dedicated lady to discover it." Liang Pengfei's breath brushed across Mrs. Blanche's earlobe, and she couldn't help but let out a low cry like a sigh, and her body was a little weak. However, Liang Pengfei mastered the rhythm well and rotated quickly with the weak and weak Mrs. Blanche.

"If I could be ten years younger..." Mrs. Blanche looked at the handsome and tall young man with blurred eyes. Her heart beat faster than the dance steps.

"Where is your husband?" Liang Pengfei said with the opportunity to rotate, glanced around, but found that the Governor Marcelo, who should have been standing on the sidelines, had actually disappeared.

"My husband?" A faint mockery hung on the corner of Mrs. Blanche's mouth: "Now I should tell each other about the parting of my personal maid in a corner of the garden."

After hearing this, Master Liang almost accidentally threw the spinning Mrs. Blanche out of the dance floor. Oh, I didn't expect that Western aristocrats would have caught up with the United States in this era, so I'm afraid they would still have it.

"What's the fuss about this? This is the life of aristocrats. My husband married me because of my family. I married him because I can escape a marriage, a duke who might make me marry a grandfather who is old enough to be my grandfather." Mrs. Blanche's mouth bent, revealing helpless mockery and sarcasm, not knowing whether it was for herself, or for the era she lived in, the Europe she lived in.

After hearing this explanation, Liang Pengfei couldn't help but feel a hint of pity from his heart. "This is the mistake of this era, not yours."

These words covered Mrs. Blanche's eyes with a faint mist, and the eyelashes were blinked again, and the corners of her mouth bent in an attractive curve: "You are so comfortable and everyone's hearts. Every word seems to be able to speak to my heart." Her full chest was closer to the sweet oriental man in front of her.

Feeling this kind of warm and soft-scented Simo, Liang Pengfei felt like there was a cluster of flames in his throat. "Madam, you have to know that I am a normal man, be careful."

This seemingly warning ambiguous phrase made Mrs. Blanche laugh out loud, and her captivating eyes became more and more attractive. "I find that I like you more and more, my dear Liang. Sometimes you are like a mature and mature politician, but sometimes you are like a clear and stingy big boy and a cute little man."

"Little man?" A fire of invasion ignited in Liang Pengfei's eyes. Taking advantage of a spiral, Liang Pengfei gently bit Mrs. Blanche's small earlobe and said, "Madam, men cannot use this small word casually..."

Mrs. Blanche was sucked by her burning lips, as if she had been drained by a vampire. If it weren't for the dance floor and there were countless pairs of eyes next to her, Mrs. Blanche might have fallen softly in Liang Pengfei's arms at this moment.

At the end of the song, amid the envious and jealous eyes and applause of people, Liang Pengfei walked out of the dance floor with Mrs. Blanche, who was a little panting and had a delicate face as delicate as an orchid.

"I haven't skipped this so happily for a long time. You are really a qualified dance partner. Looking at their eyes, they are always looking at you with envy and praise." Mrs. Blanche, who seemed a little breathless because of the activity, walked with small Ena's steps, and the folding fan in her hand kept swaying on her chest, like a colorful butterfly flying in front of her full chest, with a blush on her pretty face. Her silky eyes were in the candlelight, like a stream flowing weakly inside, waving the light of glass.

"It should be said that it is your beauty and beauty that makes us the focus of the audience." Liang Pengfei took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the sweat on his forehead. It was December, or winter, for the Luzon Islands near the equator, there was no way to feel a trace of coldness, only heat and humidity.

"You are really good at talking. It's so stuffy here. Are you willing to accompany me?" Mrs. Blanche's eyes swept around, like a female thief who was about to attack in the mall. After a while, she mustered up the courage and invited Liang Pengfei, as if she was really going to visit this garden where she had lived here for several years and was so familiar that she could recognize the way with her eyes closed.

Of course, Liang Pengfei was happy to accept the order. His scalp was numb by two Spanish girls. Shi Dakai, who looked like Guan Gong, wanted to follow him, but Liang Pengfei left him here on the grounds that Shi Dakai wanted to have more international exchanges during his absence.

As for the scholar Bai and monk Chen, they didn't understand their own thoughts. They just stuck in the distance and helped Master Liang clean up the idle people nearby to prevent them from interfering with Master Liang's walking journey.

The two of them strolled among the flowers and looked at the stars dotted in the night sky, and felt much more relaxed. Liang Pengfei and Mrs. Blanche sat on a bench with her back against a wall covered with vines. In front of them was a winding path, surrounded by flowers and plants. The bright moonlight shone out from the sky, making the scene look real and illusory. At this time, the noise of the people on the dance floor could no longer be heard, and only the faint music flowed by.

"On a night with a moon, the night is so beautiful." Mrs. Blanche sighed intoxicatingly. Her beautiful long skirt hit the ground, and the peacock blue dress formed a sharp contrast with her white and jade-like skin.

"Looking at the green darkness and the winding paths of moss, the night is so gentle, and the moon is ascending to the throne. I don't know how many people toss and turn and cannot fall asleep." Liang Pengfei smelled the fragrance of Mrs. Blanche and was also intoxicated.

When he heard Liang Pengfei's moving poem as if he was reciting a poem, Mrs. Blanche's eyes were filled with bulging spring water. "What you said is even more beautiful than the poet."

"That's because you are surrounded by you, who give me endless fantasies and inspiration." The young master Liang, who was talking, almost squeezed Mrs. Blanche into the corner of the chair. The wild breath of male was like a sandstorm that almost stopped Mrs. Blanche's breathing.

"Don't do this. On such a night, we should talk about poetry or art." Mrs. Blanche bit her sexy red lips, and the scorching flames appeared in her blurred eyes.

, Hell Poetry and Art. Master Liang rolled his eyes and said, "You little nymph, I seduced you young master for a long time, but I actually wanted to play poetry and art at this moment? Discussing body art is almost the same as talking about yellow tunes.

For such a literary young woman who likes romantic atmosphere, Master Liang still has a trick. He has already climbed up the amazingly elastic high-pitched hands and continued to move, but the expression on his face is not lewd at all, just like a brick tutor from an art school explaining the beauty and structure of the human body lines to female students. "Of course, we are now thinking about art. Dear lady, your body is simply a masterpiece of God, a living statue of the God of Beauty. Even the hands of Master Michelangelo, the greatest sculptor of the Renaissance, who turned decay into magic, can only be ashamed of himself..."

"Don't do this, Liang, be gentle, don't hurt me, you will be torn off my clothes..." Mrs. Blanche's whole body was as hot as fire, her sexy and plump lips exhaled like orchids, and her silky eyes were like the wild cat climbing up on the roof in spring, and her hands tightly hugged Liang Pengfei's neck.

The provocative actions and hypocritical and polite words inspired Master Liang's wildness. He tried his best with his hands, accompanied by Mrs. Blanche's low cry. The button behind the expensive evening dress was stretched open by Master Liang's brute force. The moonlight filled her delicate body, perfectly round and towering. The lingering low moan in her throat was like a hunting goddess bathed in a hot spring, exuding a fatal attraction in her laziness.
Chapter completed!