Swoosh—
Ye Weiwei's face turned red as she bit her lip, wordlessly staring at Xiao Jinghan.
This man, he's really ruthless!
"Two choices, dance, or... hmm?" Xiao Jinghan's forehead pressed against Ye Weiwei's, their intimate proximity filled with an accelerating masculine scent.
Left with no alternative, Ye Weiwei chose to dance.
So, under the jealous gaze of Mo Shishi, Ye Weiwei was pulled tight into the center of the dance floor by Xiao Jinghan.
The opening dance was a waltz.
Actually, Ye Weiwei's learning ability wasn't bad; after observing other women dance a few times, she got the concept.
It was just that it was her first time dancing, and practice differed from theory. She stumbled along, incessantly stepping on Xiao Jinghan's feet, not to mention those high heels, which she hadn't mastered, always caused trouble at critical moments, making her feet ache.