The young man knew he had made a fool of himself; after delivering a stern retort, he slinked away.
Like a small episode at the wine party, the classical melody of the Nocturne once again echoed in the air, and no one paid attention to the previous incident. The people in the dance floor continued to dance hand in hand, immersed in this joyful moment.
"Can you dance the waltz?" Xu Xiaoyou asked.
The surrounding people whirled in their dance steps, and the soft lighting from the banquet lights gently bathed them. Though the girl's voice wasn't loud, Tang Xin heard it clearly.
Tang Xin didn't understand why the girl suddenly asked this: "No, but ballet and modern dance are okay."
"Having some basics is enough."
"Me?"
Before Tang Xin could react, Xu Xiaoyou gently wrapped her soft waist, whispering only within their world.
"Hold me tight."
