Only you in my love

It was rare for Wynn to see Leon's sullen face. He smiled gloatingly and said, "They have danced for a long time. They danced well. They look like a perfect match."

Leon cast a cold glance at him. Wynn immediately shut his mouth and said again in less than two seconds, "Since you're back, I'll leave now."

"Where are you going?" Leon just asked casually, and immediately thought of something, "Go to Avril's house?"

Tsk! Tsk! Wynn gave a sound and didn't retort. He patted Leon's chest, raised his eyebrows and gave him a meaningful look.

"I won't come back tonight. Wish you two have a good gathering. I have prepared a box of that things for you. That's enough." 'A box of that things....'

Leon glanced at him speechlessly and drove him away rudely. "If you want to go, hurry up."

"Okay." Wynn turned around and walked to the door. He thought, 'It is my home. Why should I leave as Leon wanted?'

He stopped and turned his head. When he met Leon's eyes, he turned around silently, opened the door and closed it considerately.

Leon was really a master he had to serve.

Leon turned off the music. The two stopped dancing and the hall returned to silence.

When Michelle turned around and saw Leon, her eyes lit up. She immediately released Vicente and ran over, shouting happily, "Leon, you're back!"

Seeing that she took the initiative to run over, Leon smiled faintly, stretched out his arms to hold her, and looked up at Vicente.

He cast a warning glance at Vicente.

Vicente was stunned.

Vicente thought it was necessary to explain, "Don't get me wrong, Leon. It was Mimi who asked me to teach her to dance. She wanted to learn it well and then dance with you. I'm just a tool. Please be kind." After Vicente left, Leon looked down at the girl in his arms with a gentle smile and asked, "Why didn't you ask me to teach you?"

"I don't want you to teach me, Leon. I wanted to learn it well and then dance with you." Michelle said frankly.

With one hand on the back of her head, Leon habitually gently stroked it and asked, "Have you learned it?"

Michelle stretched out her finger and said, "A little."

"That's enough." Leon held her hand and kissed it gently. Then he turned on the music and stood in front of her like a gentleman. He bent down slightly and reached out his hand. "Miss, can I invite you to dance?" Elegant and beautiful music was playing in the air gently. The prince stood in front of her and invited her to dance. Even without the audience, Michelle smiled happily.

No, there was an audience.

Michelle felt that she was also an audience and began to envy herself for having a gentle and considerate boyfriend.

"Leon." She put her hand into his palm and looked up at Leon. She found that he was so tall that she had to stand on tiptoe to easily put her hand on his shoulder. Noticing that she stood on tiptoe, Leon put his arm around her waist and lifted her up with a little strength so that Michelle could step on the back of his foot.

The clean white shoes stepped on the shiny black leather shoes.

Michelle was stunned. The next second, she was about to get off his shoes, but Leon held her tightly and didn't let her do that.

"Leon, let me go down."

Leon sighed helplessly and smiled, "Michelle, you have watched so many TV plays. You just remember that people who watch the snow together will always be together. Why don't you see girls dancing on the top of men's shoes?" With a surprised look on her face, Michelle asked, "Leon, do you also watch TV?

He thought, 'I wouldn't do it before. I began to do it after I liked you.'

He would occasionally watch some popular TV series that girls liked, and wanted to know how others fell in love, because he used to only trap the one he liked around him.

Even if he wanted to keep her by his side now, it seemed that it was the right thing to let two of them do what they liked.

Whether they were in love or married, their love should be the enrichment of life, not shackles.

These words were hidden in the heart of Leon. He smiled and asked, "Is it not romantic?"

"Romantic, but it's unrealistic, Leon. It will hurt you. I'm almost seventy or eighty pounds, and I can only step on your foot, almost on tiptoe. The force is so small but you hurt more." Michelle said worriedly. Leon was at a loss whether to cry or to laugh. He hugged her tighter and said, "It doesn't matter. Other girls have chance dancing on the top of men's shoes, and so does you."

Michelle felt moved. Michelle pressed her lips and said, "Just do it this time."

"It's up to you." Leon agreed gladly.

The two of them were dancing a waltz in the hall. After a long time, Michelle felt a little dizzy and lay down on the sofa.

The light from the ceiling made her unable to open her eyes, but she could hear Leon's breath.

She walked into the bathroom in a daze. The hot mist spread everywhere in the bathroom. She couldn't see herself and Leon behind her in the mirror at all.

In the end, she fell asleep in a daze.

The next morning, Michelle was woken up by a phone call. She took out her phone and Caroline told her the shooting time and place on the phone. "Okay," murmured Michelle in a daze.

Caroline was worried that Michelle would continue to sleep after hanging up the phone, so she had to remind Michelle, "Mimi, deduct your salary if you are late."

"Okay! I'll be there soon!" Michelle sat up with a shiver, and a hand wrapped around her waist quickly. Leon opened his eyes, "Michelle, are you awake? Sleep with me for a while."

The man's voice in the morning was a little hoarse, low and charming, with a lazy taste.

Caroline, on the other end of the phone, was deeply irritated. She angrily told Michelle not to be late and hung up the phone with a bang.

Michelle put down her phone and turned around to take a glance at the man who was sleeping with his eyes closed. His long eyelashes covered his eyes, and under his high nose was a curved good-looking lips with a thin red color. Last night, Leon kissed every inch of her body.

Michelle blushed. With her eyes closed, she bent down and kissed Leon.

She didn't find the right place and kissed the tip of his nose.

Leon opened his amber eyes and smiled, "Did you kiss me in secret?"

"Well, I did it openly." Michelle was still shy and looked away.

Leon raised his hand and touched Michelle's cheek, which was as smooth as a peeled egg. "You kissed wrong. Kiss me again."

"No, no. I'm afraid I can't stop kissing you." Michelle shook her head, lifted the quilt and got out of bed. "I'm going to work, Leon. Is it convenient to take a taxi downstairs?"

"You don't need to take a taxi. I'll drive you there." Leon propped himself up with one hand, like a sleeping beauty. He watched Michelle brush her teeth, wash her face and come back to look for clothes.

At home, Michelle always closed the bedroom door, closed the curtain and began to change her clothes. When she habitually finished all this, she remembered that there was still a man on the bed, and immediately ran to the bathroom with her clothes. She turned around again and again and stared at Leon, warning him not to peep at her.

Leon had been smiling all the time and his smile was gentler than the sunshine outside the window. When Michelle dressed neatly and came out, he said, "Michelle, let's go to get the marriage certificate."

He knew it was not the right time and place, and he didn't prepare anything. But on this ordinary morning, he suddenly wanted to tell her.

'Let's get our marriage certificate.

From now on, I can see you every morning when I wake up.'0☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐