Ye Fan, gripping Shen Yan's soft and smooth hand, walked towards the dance floor while softly saying, "Just a heads up, I haven't danced in five or six years, so my moves might be a little rusty."
Before joining the military, his family had arranged for him to learn social dances that were essential for events, like the waltz, tango, rumba, and ballroom dancing. In particular, he had systematically studied the waltz and tango with instructors who were international dance masters.
Being out of practice for six years, a bit of rustiness was inevitable.
"Heehee, no worries. I'm quite good at dancing. Even if you don't know how at all, just follow my rhythm and you'll not make a fool of yourself," Shen Yan chuckled lightly.
Then, she quietly asked, "You've learned the waltz, right?"
"Mhm. I have," replied Ye Fan.
"Heehee, then let's dance the waltz," Shen Yan smiled.