My Infinite Wings

Elizabeth seemed to be muttering to herself, Pandora's physique was enough to keep her breath calm and her face as usual even after she swayed a slow dance—not counting the gorgeous light-colored glow.

After a slight pause, Elizabeth's left hand was still clasped with me, but the right hand that was on my arm moved to my shoulder and neck.

"Louis, is there a tango?"

"...Are you sure? Tango, not English tango?"

I was stunned for a moment, but the surprise was genuine.

Although I'm not a professional dancer, I generally know that the orthodox tango is much "hotter" than the average waltz. ————This is the dividing line————Note 1: The male protagonist of "Sailor Moon (Sailor Moon) is transformed into a name, also translated as "dress masked man"

Chapter 804 Wine

Although it is not as "unreal" as the veneer dance, the whole body is twisted and twisted, but the tango is absolutely indispensable in terms of physical contact between the dancers.

The English tango is relatively more "gentleman" than the original tango. Generally speaking, the famous nobles disdain to learn the hot and hot authentic tango.

Well, I know that the official designation of Elizabeth is "cold outside, hot inside", but does that mean "justice"?

Well, it's not incomprehensible if I have to say it. After all, I have done a lot of preparation work, and then using the little eternal power just now to gently "fiddle", it is not so outrageous to let Elizabeth's sanity decline and courage rise.

"Um?"

Elizabeth frowned slightly, seeming a little displeased with my surprise.

"Why, don't you?"

It is impossible to say that although there are few places to dance since the time of crossing, the most impressive one is just a waltz with Li Moeka in the early days, but dancing relies on appropriate strength and superb skills. For agility and responsiveness, ordinary people need practice to make perfect, but for "existence far beyond human beings", only a few basics are needed, and they can be self-taught in minutes.

"it's not true……"

I instantly resumed my calm smile, switched the MPX track with voice control, and the hand that was stroking Elizabeth's waist shifted position, and really tapped her bare back.

I could feel the girl's heart beat hard, and I couldn't help but smile even more tenderly.

"As you wish—and then, rude."

Having said that, my arm suddenly retracted, and suddenly pulled us closer, who were not far away.

The eyes are facing each other, both sides are awe-inspiring, and they are staggered in the same direction.

Heavy and short strings sounded, and the virtual crowd on the dance floor switched to corresponding poses.

Tango, start!

Gu Long said it well: when you look at a woman, you should look at the legs first, and then look at the hands.

Although the orthodox girls uniform of West Geneticus is indeed a miniskirt, everyone usually wears immaculate white stockings - so the leg line is tightly bound, and it is impossible to distinguish the true state.

This kind of socks is also good: for example, it is not easy to be found by others when the white peck night splashes on it...

Huh! Back to the topic.

Out of confidence in the famous actresses, I wouldn't doubt the horrible sight of taking off the socks and thick legs, but when the tango music played and Elizabeth took a step, my spirituality was still there. I couldn't help but swept to the high slit of the skirt.

Wow...that's so dazzling! Even compared to the non-human beautiful girls, Elizabeth is completely up to the standard of "beautiful legs"—by the way, this "fork" is so high, isn't it? The precise position of the waist is only a millimeter away!

The superfluous rhetoric is meaningless, in a word - I am more and more determined to be a conqueror.

Regarding tango, there is a well-written limerick: "Tango is walking around, turning back at three steps, beckoning at five steps, and then walking and walking."

(Note 1) When the people of Liba go down, they will whip into the inside.

So, even if I'm not good at tango, with superhuman physicality and mastery of all kinds of dance plus theoretical "speaking of experience", before Elizabeth realizes it seems like I probably can't tango, I'm already dancing decently .

Time-consuming, twenty-three seconds.

Step and step in rhythm, head and arm in rhythm—no pressure.

The only trouble is...

Logically speaking, because tango has a violent head-shaking movement, if the woman has long hair, she must tie her hair up high to make her look like a conch—but, I don’t know if she forgot or did it on purpose. , Elizabeth's beautiful blonde hair is still as elegant as the wind.

then……

Is this peat slap in the face on purpose? And how many times do I have to slap me in the face for this dance?

Even with my defenses, pain is impossible, but that ticklish feeling...

Am I the one who can endure the loss?

The answer is obviously no, unless I plan ahead or make a quick judgment on the spot to obtain greater "benefits". So, being provoked by Elizabeth's long hair, my hand on her back is not very honest—— That being said, in fact, it is just taking the opportunity of changing hands and changing hands, and rubbing one or two times at a speed that is difficult to distinguish whether it is caressing or determining the position.

Mmmm... Sure enough, the delicate body of a beautiful girl is always so addictive!

With Pandora's physique, it's natural to be able to do a simple waist down, but I was a little bit surprised that Elizabeth had a shin veneer, a foot lift, and finally many parts of her body during the dance. The close, staggered snort didn't show any resistance either.

Well, in the third dimension, maybe these are really nothing, but here is the reality transformed from the second dimension, and I think I know enough about Elizabeth's character, so...

Oops, the feel of the thighs is so amazing, I almost couldn't help but want to eat it!

Since it's "nearly," it means I didn't move the "gun" in the end. "You're amazing, Elizabeth—but bear with my curiosity! Who was the lucky one who got the chance to teach you tango?"

"Ah……"

As if amused by me, the girl tilted her head, her slender and graceful eyes narrowed slightly, but she seemed to answer the question.

"Marbury's family education is very strict, but direct contact with the opposite **** will not be allowed!"

That is, virtual teaching similar to Pandora's novice training?

"..."

I opened my mouth exaggeratedly, but there was no sound, and there was silence for two seconds.

"Am I the lucky one in a way...?"

Elizabeth smiled without saying a word. She placed her hands on my chest, shoulders and neck, quickly reconciling my breathing, and I snapped my fingers to close the MPX.

Then, Elizabeth tilted back the strands of hair that had fallen in front of her, showing a sincere smile.

"Congratulations...passed my first 'test' - by the way, I'm relieved."...Eh?

I can understand it to relieve my anger. I really didn't tie my hair on purpose... After all, this time I was really unkind, and any girl has a reason to be angry, so Elizabeth, who came from a big family "same" as me, can tolerate it. ——Small punishment is inevitable.

But... test? Yes, Elizabeth did mention it at lunch yesterday, but I thought it was some kind of "test" from the college medical facility.

Seeing my undisguised head full of question marks, Elizabeth nodded and motioned me to take my seat, and then poured the liquid from the bottle into two wine glasses with her own hands.