"Alright," Ou Shanshan agreed cheerfully.
...
Meanwhile, Yue Ming and Mi Yao were still standing in the same spot.
Yue Ming watched as Huangfu Jianchen and Ou Shanshan slid into the dance floor, then he composed himself and said, "Everyone's gone dancing."
"Yes."
"Do you want to dance?"
"No."
"But I want to dance."
Mi Yao didn't speak.
Yue Ming stood up straight, then gentlemanly extended his large palm, making an inviting gesture, "Lady Mi, may I have this dance with you?"
Mi Yao looked at him, shook her head, "I can't dance."
Yue Ming furrowed his delicately shaped brows; she could dance, he knew that, as the daughter of the mayor, she had learned the arts of music, chess, poetry, painting, and dance from a young age.
"You can't dance; I'll teach you."
"But I don't want to dance…"
Yue Ming ran out of patience, he grimaced, "Mi Yao!"
It was his first time asking a girl to dance, and she was giving him such a cold shoulder?