Chapter 199: Your Love is Tailor-Made for Me

After Zhuo said nothing.

The arrogant Yamamoto Yurina's momentum weakened a bit. She squinted her eyes and secretly observed his expression. After hesitating for a moment, she turned around and asked tentatively: "Break up?"

Zhuo remained silent, his brows furrowed even tighter: "..."

"Hey, don't be sad, don't be sad." Yurina's attitude changed 180 degrees. She patted his shoulder and comforted him, "I'm not saying this after the fact. I always thought you two were not a good match. You two are both so quiet that you don't talk..."

"It's not a breakup." Zhuo suddenly interrupted her.

"Ah?" Yurina was stunned for a moment, "What is that?"

"...Nothing." Zhuo hesitated, but still couldn't express the doubts in his heart.

"What? You'll get your tongue cut off in the middle of your words."

As she said this, Yurina stuck out her tongue and made the shape of scissors with her hands, making a snapping sound.

The intermission dance ended and the song that had been lingering in my ears paused.

Yamamoto Yurina blinked, looked back, and then stretched out her hand to Zhuo: "Let's go, Lord Utsunomiya, the next song is about to begin."

"Women can only invite men to dance with whom they have danced before or with whom they know each other. Men must accept such invitations no matter what." - Idiot's Guide.

I mentally skipped over the words in the guide, knowing that I couldn't refuse now. Yurina must have known that too.

Zero, who handwrote these guides for him, must know that too.

But why did you let yourself come?
As early as yesterday on the way home, Utsunomiya Shuo mentioned this matter to Zero and wanted to give the decision-making power to Zero - that is, rock-paper-scissors, and he would play the rock.

If Zero didn't want him to come, then he could just win, without even saying it.

If Zero doesn't care and he can go, then all he has to do is lose.

Zhuo would also understand what she meant.

But Zero chose the compromise option, a draw.

Then let Zhuo decide for himself.

Zhuo has always known himself well. He is an ordinary person who has not seen much of the world and has no self-control. He will drool when he smells delicious food; he will look at pretty girls a few more times; if he is alone for a long time, his heartbeat will accelerate if the opposite sex is too close; if he is attracted by someone and pays attention to him for a long time, he may fall in love with that person...

He is just such an ordinary person.

He couldn't be as focused as Chu Zihang, nor could he be as untouched as Caesar. He couldn't even compare to Lu Mingfei, who was still obsessed with licking only his senior sister.

So Zhuo has been controlling himself.

When he met Jude Mai, he told himself not to look at her. As long as he didn't look at her, he would not be attracted to her. When he was alone with Su Enxi, he kept his distance at all times and behaved like a misogynistic idiot.

It is very simple for an ordinary boy to like a girl. He can fall in love with her just because she is pretty, has a nice voice, has a good figure, or even just because she gives him a small snack.

Discussing deeds, one does not care about one’s heart, and no one is perfect when considering one’s heart.

Zhuo also knew that he was not as good as Caesar and Chu Zihang, and he might never be able to surpass them.

But he was also trying not to be so bad as to not get so fucking aroused when he saw pretty girls.

It is under such conditions.

Ling let him decide whether to come here, come to the paradise full of flowers, dance closely with her, with her soft waist and charming body fragrance...

Zhuo didn't know what her attitude was, or maybe this was actually her attitude. She was also very confused and wanted to escape, but she couldn't reach out or give up.

"What are you thinking! Really——"

White gloves waved in front of his eyes, and before he could react, Yurina had already pouted and took his hand.

She whispered "go, go, go" and walked to the center of the dance floor with Utsunomiya Shuo, then slowly stopped.

"Van the man" started playing on the jukebox, and the slow music swirled around and circled overhead.

Yurina began to hum softly following the rhythm and grabbed Zhuo's hand and placed it on her waist.

The unique softness and warmth of a girl made Zhuo's hand shrink instinctively, as if he had been electrocuted.

Yurina didn't care, she stubbornly twisted Zhuo's hand and forced it down. Then she put the white gloves on Zhuo's shoulders.

Slightly tilt your face up.

"Don't think about it, just follow me."

She seemed to have guessed that Zhuo couldn't dance.

Zhuo followed her movements in a daze, with a very slow pace, one beat slower than the people around him, making him look very clumsy.

Out of place.

Even though this matter is a bit embarrassing, Zhuo is not the kind of person who cares about other people's opinions.

He cares about other things.

The distance is too close.

too close.

There was no scent of perfume on Yurina's body, only the direct smell of shampoo and shower gel, which was overwhelming and inescapable.

Zhuo lowered his head and saw Yurina staring at him intently, with her face slightly tilted up and her cheeks slightly flushed, far more beautiful than the cherry blossoms drifting down in the 'Royal Garden'.

The warm breath sprayed on the face, this feeling is really easy to make people lost.

Zhuo turned away.

Don't go see her.

Gradually, Zhuo also began to become familiar with this simple ballroom dance.

The movements are becoming more and more familiar.

Moreover, Yurina's body was getting closer and closer, and the graceful front of the girl's body always rubbed against his chest intentionally or unintentionally.

"Yuri..."

"Do not talk!"

Just as he was about to speak, she interrupted him, "I may have drunk a little and lost my mind, don't take it too seriously. If you want to talk, just say it... Don't, don't talk too much."

Zhuo: “…” He had no choice but to shut up.

Zhuo is not a fool. If he hasn't found anything by now, he can go back to kindergarten and study again.

According to what he was doing, he should have left Yurina behind at this moment... Zhuo didn't care about politeness, but this girl was the one he grew up with, and he couldn't just leave her alone in the middle of the dance floor.

As for indulging one's own desires...that's impossible.

He may be a freak, but he's not a brute.

...The song ends...

"I think something..."

"Oh my, I feel a little dizzy. Alcohol is such a bad thing! Humph! I'm sorry, Zhuo, I'm afraid I have to go to rest first," Yurina covered her forehead, "You can have fun first, and be careful not to die in someone else's belly~"

She said, waving her hand with a bright smile on her face, and walked towards the entrance.

Zhuo stood in the middle of the dance floor, watching her disappearing figure with mixed feelings.

Until another song started, and he heard a girl's invitation again, Zhuo declined with a stiff smile.

Then he slowly left the stage amid everyone's surprised gazes.

Back to the top floor garden on the edge again.

Sitting in the hanging basket.

like a statue.

Looking down at the Aston Martin with its lights still on, right below the transparent tempered glass, on the roadside in front of the Quartz Building.

(End of this chapter)