Agath

Chapter 20

(twenty)

Ymir was awakened by a burst of classical music, he opened his eyes and found that it was already dark.

His head was groggy, and he didn't know how long he had slept.

He pushed open the door, walked slowly down the stairs, and walked forward looking for the music.When passing through the living room, Ymir glanced subconsciously, and the pointer was just stopping at nine ten.

The kitchen door was closed, and it was from inside that the music came.

Ymir walked over with light steps, and quietly opened the door a little.

"You stayed longer than I expected, you should start."

Bestra snuggled into Yeoerman's arms. She took a small sip of the red wine in the glass in her hand, blushing and gently placed her head on Yeoelman's shoulder.

One hand of Yeorman was propped on the table, and the other was resting on Bestella's waist.Whether intentionally or not, he glanced in the direction where Ymir was standing, and then raised the corners of his lips.

"Oh, you want me to go?"

"You can go back to Madam Maggie." Bestella muttered in a low voice.

"Hahahaha." As if hearing something funny, Yeorman let out a deep laugh.

"Dance with me." He stood up and stretched out his hand to Best.

"I'm always the one who leads the dance."

"Then come and lead me."

The blush on Bestella's face deepened, and she walked over and took Yeorman's gloved hand.

"To me, it doesn't matter who you are." She leaned on Yeorman's shoulder and said to him.

"I think so too." Yeorman held Bestella's slender waist, and took the first dance step in line with the rhythm of the music.

"Really?"

"uh-huh."

Bestella couldn't help but tiptoed and kissed those two thin and beautiful lips.

Ymir involuntarily took a step back, and happened to meet Yeorman's meaningful eyes that seemed to be smiling.

He threw off the coat on his body, and ran away embarrassedly and eagerly.