Chapter 121: Are You Going to Walk Barefoot Over There?

Cheyenne danced like a bewitching princess, while Iker was the prince who was enchanted by her and lost in her charm. She fully trusted Iker to let him hold her hand while doing these difficult movements. As the music reached its climax, Cheyenne suddenly leaped up, planting one of her feet on Iker's knee. She executed a stylish backflip, her silver dress billowing dramatically before her. Her body slid gracefully across the floor for a short distance, and she landed in a split right in front of Iker. "Pull me." Iker's warm big hand held Cheyenne's soft hand, and suddenly Cheyenne's cheek leaned against his palm as if she were taking a nap. Before everyone had fully recovered from the chaotic splendor of just now, they were suddenly brought into this peaceful and beautiful scene. Iker tilted his head lightly, and his long eyelashes covered a hint of indulgent smile in his eyes. A beam of light fell perfectly on Cheyenne's fair complexion, and a few glistening beads of sweat