The young woman slipped off her little boots, freely displaying a pair of snow-white, delicately pink feet before them. As she moved, the golden bells around her ankles rang with a crisp, rhythmic chime.
She spun in place, her golden cloak billowing with her movements before slipping from her body like a drifting cloud.
Accompanied by the beat of Mosheli's hand drum, the young woman began to dance, swaying her alluring body.
Hu Xiaotian had just taken a mouthful of water and even forgot to swallow. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined he would have a chance to see belly dancing in this lifetime.
Hu Xiaotian could barely take it all in. When it came to appreciating belly dancing, he could just about call himself an expert. He had seen some masters of the dance before, but compared with the woman before him, those dancers could only be described as beginners.
The drumbeats grew increasingly fierce, and the dancer's movements became wilder. Every inch of her skin trembled, conveying an indescribable temptation to everyone watching.
With a gulp, Hu Xiaotian finally swallowed the tea he had held in his mouth for so long. He stole a glance at Long Yeqing beside him and saw his brows tightly knitted, without any particular sign of excitement. He immediately realized that Long Yeqing probably could not appreciate this exotic dance. Sensual and alluring as the woman was, she did not seem to be his cup of tea. Mosheli's attempt to flatter him had landed on the horse's hoof instead of its rump.
Mosheli apparently realized this too. After a few changes in the drum's rhythm, he quickly brought the performance to its close. Following a series of continuous spins, the dancer dropped to her knees and arched backward to finish.
Hu