Ye Xian's tongue lightly pressed against her jaw, feeling inexplicably... a bit stifled in her heart. If she had known it would be like this, she wouldn't have accepted Miss Krista's invitation. Who would want to be a third wheel for no reason?
Just as she was about to avert her gaze, she saw Bo Tingshen turn around and pick up a rose from beneath the champagne glasses in the center of the dance floor.
Was he... about to ask Miss Krista to dance?
"Hey! Ye Xian, are you being a bit too wild today? The three of us graciously invited you to dance, and you're just going to space out and wander off in the middle of it?"
Suddenly, Cary bellowed, snapping Ye Xian's attention back to the moment.
When Jiang Wanze turned to look in that direction, he slowly retracted the flower in his hand, the tiny thorns on the stem pricking his fingers.
"Dance? Go dance by yourselves!"
Ye Xian turned away; she hated dancing the most!
