C25 Infatuated with Dancing

Qin Zifeng watched her dancing with infatuation. Sometimes she was as delicate as a flower, sometimes she was as beautiful as a peony, sometimes she was extremely charming, sometimes she was incomparably holy, her figure, her figure, her aura, it belonged solely to An Xiaoxiao. The music was like the music of heaven, and the reason for it was because the heavens were there.

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