Interstellar Beast World: The Ferocious Beast Husband Has a Wild Mind

Chapter 242

Sang Qing felt that Man Zhu's smile always had a captivating, almost madness about it.

“We want to see it, Healer, please tell us you want to see it too.”

"Add one if you want to see it."

"Captain Manju is such a good fighter, he must be a great dancer too. I want to see him do it again."

"We've never seen Captain Manju dance before, we definitely have to feast our eyes on her."

Before she could answer, the surrounding beastmen began to chant "I want to!" one after another.

Sang Qing nodded as well.

After making the order, he added, "If you don't want to jump, we won't force you."

It was supposed to be for entertainment, but whether she wanted to watch it is one thing, and whether other people wanted to dance is another.

Manju smiled.

Her already stunningly beautiful face became even more breathtaking with this smile, eclipsing the world and captivating all who beheld her.

Manzhu put down her wine glass, slowly stood up, and came to Sang Qing.

Then he bent down and leaned forward, saying, "Remember, I'm only letting you dance."

His slender, pale fingers gently brushed the hair from her face, their touch strangely tender and soft, completely different from his usual wicked and eccentric manner.

It's like the most tender confession between lovers.

Those emerald eyes radiated a fatal tenderness.

Too...too intimate.

Shi Ying, who had just returned from getting a drink for Sang Qing, witnessed this scene. Her fingers tightened suddenly, and a dark undercurrent surged in her eyes.

The orcs cheered and jeered from all around.

Sang Qing leaned back in a panic, "You..."

The warmth of her fingertips faded, Manzhu lowered her eyes slightly, her emerald eyes shimmering, and she smiled faintly:
"You saved my life. It's just dancing, nothing is more important than my life."

With just one sentence, the atmosphere was brought back to the gratitude for being saved.

Manju withdrew her hand and walked towards the center.

Sang Qing: “…”

As the music began, Sang Qing's gaze shifted to the center.

Manzhu was slender and beautiful to the point of being almost demonic. It was clear that she was a little rusty, but after a few moves, she gradually got into the swing of things.

Manju's dance was extremely beautiful, as could be seen from the exclamations of admiration and praise from those around her.

Even without a special dance costume, just a purple dress, she still moved with breathtaking grace and grace, like a dragon in flight.

This reminded her of a phrase: "A dance that moves all directions."

Manju definitely has that ability.

Manju's wicked and eccentric personality always made her forget that he was once a male from a ducal family.

The sons of high-ranking noble families are generally multi-talented.

Just as I was enjoying the moment, Shi Ying returned, handing me a glass of juice and taking my other hand in her large, warm palm.

Sang Qing glanced at him, but did not refuse, letting him lead her.

He handed the juice to Shi Ying, letting him have a sip, and then continued watching Man Zhu dance.

Sang Qing's admiration was so obvious that Shi Ying couldn't help but notice it. Turning her head, her gaze fell on the ear that Man Zhu had just touched, and her eyes darkened.

After the dance ended, Manzhu looked at Shiying beside Sang Qing, smiled, and sat down on the other side.

Sang Qing clapped along with everyone else. Among the performances that were purely comedic and lacked any substance, Man Zhu's exquisite dance was the finest of the fine.

Nain's piano playing is also excellent.

The celebration concluded perfectly amidst laughter and joy.

……

Back home, Sang Qing vaguely sensed that Shi Ying's emotions were off. She had been unusually silent on the way back from the shelter, and even her mental state was not as active as usual.

She cradled Shi Ying's head in her hands, rubbed it affectionately, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Shi Ying looked at Sang Qing for a long time before sticking out her tongue and licking Sang Qing's face, her voice muffled: "Master, I can't dance."

Sang Qing: “?”

What's there to be unhappy about?

“I’ve been with my father since I was little, and I haven’t had the time or money to learn more,” Shi Ying continued, her deep eyes revealing a hint of inferiority.

Sang Qing was stunned for a moment, and finally realized that Shi Ying was probably provoked by watching Man Zhu dance.

Suddenly I couldn't laugh or cry.

He reached out and scratched Shi Ying's chin, smiling as he comforted her, "What's the big deal? I don't know how either."

"People's time and energy are limited, so why compare yourself with others?"

"Besides, you're already amazing. You're so outstanding in the military, you can make money, cook delicious food, and even do my hair."

As she spoke, Sang Qing gently touched the tip of Shi Ying's nose with her lips, her eyes crinkling into a smile, "You are you, I still love you even if you can't dance."

The female's eyes were so bright; it seemed as if something in her heart had been disturbed.

"Ah Wan, how can there be such a wonderful female as you..."

Shi Ying transformed into human form and pulled the person into her arms.

Sang Qing raised an eyebrow. That's it?
“Didn’t you used to say I was vicious?” Sang Qing couldn’t help but tease him.

Unexpectedly, Shi Ying kissed him, saying, "I was wrong, so I will make it up to Awan with my whole life."

lifetime?

Okay, it sounds like she made a profit.

She tilted her head slightly, her slender wrists encircling Shi Ying's neck in response to him.

The subtle flavors of alcohol blend together with the sweetness of fruit juice, creating a delicate and delightful taste on the tongue.

She didn't drink, but Shi Ying did, though not much.

Sang Qing suddenly remembered that her lips were swollen after drinking last time, so she questioned, "Did you kiss me when I was drunk last time?"

Shi Ying replied seriously, "No."

I believe you.

Sang Qing pushed him away and was about to get up.

Shi Ying pulled the person back into her arms and changed her words: "We kissed, but Awan kicked me too."

"You deserve it."

"Yes, Awan is right..."