How could Qin Mo possibly break free from Chu Guangxuan? Her wrist was nearly being snapped off.
The man never had any pity for the fairer sex; there was a brutish quality in his bones.
Under the light.
Wen Qingqing's hand gripped her dress hem, embarrassed by the lack of response for a long time.
"Yiqin, could you do me a favor?"
She still maintained a perfect smile, but her eyes already carried a plea. If she were to be rejected in front of so many people, where would she put her face? Chu Yiqin indifferently withdrew his gaze from the two.
"Alright."
Wen Qingqing was ecstatic, almost in disbelief.
The man graciously brushed her shoulders and waist, stepping into the dance floor. The music quickened, with a strong sense of rhythm. Wen Qingqing clung tightly to Chu Yiqin, as if she wanted to meld into his embrace entirely.
Chu Yiqin sent her spinning outwards, and Wen Qingqing was compelled to twirl.