Regarding tango, there is a well-written lilac poem: "Tango is about walking around, walking around, turning around every three steps, waveing every five steps, and then walking around again."


    (Note 1) The lower liba people are incisive and enter the inner world.


    Therefore, even if I am not good at tango, I have already danced well with my superhuman physical fitness, my understanding of various dances and theoretical "experience" before Elizabeth realized that I might not be able to tango.


    It took twenty-three seconds.


    Step in rhythm and stamp your feet, sway your head and spread your arms at rhythm - no pressure.


    The only trouble is...


    Logically speaking, because Tango has a violent head-shaking action, if the woman has long hair, she must tie her hair up high and turn it into a conch-like shape. However, I don’t know if it was forgotten or intentional, Elizabeth’s beautiful blonde hair is still as elegant as the wind.


    then…


    Is this a deliberate slap in the face? And how many times did I have to slap me in the face after this dance? Hello?


    Although pain is impossible with my defense, it feels like itchy...


    Am I someone who can tolerate losses?


    The answer is obviously no. Unless it is planned in advance or made a quick decision on the spot, it will inevitably lead to greater "benefits". So, when I was stimulated by Elizabeth''s long hair, I was not very honest with her hand on her back. That''s it, in fact, it was just taking advantage of the opportunity of changing hands, and rubbing it with a speed that was difficult to tell whether it was caressing or determining the position.


    Well... Sure enough, the beautiful girl''s body is always so lovely!


    With Pandora''s physique, she could naturally make a simple waist down. What surprised me a little was that Elizabeth did not resist the situation in which I made a tibia veneer, a foot lift, and finally the body was close and the breath was intertwined.


    Well, in the third dimension, maybe these are really nothing, but this is the reality transformed from the second dimension. I also think I understand Elizabeth''s personality enough, so...


    Oh my, the feel of my thighs is so great that I almost couldn''t help but want to start eating!


    Since it was "almost", it means that I didn''t even get a "gun" in the end. "You are so great, Elizabeth - but please tolerate my curiosity! Which lucky one got the chance to teach you the tango?"


    "Oh…"


    It seemed like I was amused. The girl was tilted her head, her slender and graceful eyes narrowed slightly, but she seemed to answer the question that she was not asking.


    "Marbury''s tutoring is very strict, but she will not allow direct contact with the opposite **** at will!"


    In other words, is it a virtual teaching similar to Pandora''s newbie training?


    “…”


    I opened my mouth wide as if it was exaggerated, but it made a silent sound, silent for two seconds.


    “In a way, am I the lucky one…?”


    Elizabeth smiled without saying a word, stroking her hands against my chest and shoulders and neck, quickly reconciling her breathing, and I also snapped my fingers to close the MPX.


    Then, Elizabeth twitched the hair falling in front of him back, showing a sincere smile.


    "Congratulations...you passed my first ''test'' - by the way, I''m relieved."...Eh?


    I can understand that I was deliberately not tying my hair... After all, I was really unkind this time. Any girl would have a reason to get angry, so Elizabeth, who was "the same" from a big family as me, could tolerate it - a small punishment is inevitable.


    But...test? Yes, Elizabeth did mention this mouthful at lunch yesterday, but I thought it was a "test" from the college''s medical institution.


    Seeing my unconcealed question marks, Elizabeth nodded and signaled me to take my seat, and then poured the liquid from the bottle into two wine glasses with his own hands.