Leaning back slightly, Xu Qi's eyes followed her graceful movements, taking in her dance with a discerning gaze. He kept his calm but as seconds passed, he could feel the allure pulling him in.
Her dance was mesmerizing, a silent sonnet of power and passion, and he couldn't help but appreciate the beauty of it.
His silver tongue, a tool sharpened by countless sales pitches and heartfelt apologies, was tied up, not knowing what words to say in this situation.
Eventually, Ji Feiyang's dance reached its climax and she stepped closer to him, her eyes burning with a fierce, yet delicate light.
Xu Qi felt a sudden urge to reach out and hold her and unbeknownst to him, Ji Feiyang was the same.
She wanted to pull him up and have him join her.
While they both thought differently when they set this meeting, their minds somehow converged into a single silent agreement.
Xu Qi stood up and reached her hand out to her, "Miss Ji, may I?"