He took her hand in his and pulled her up. "Before this… do you still remember how I taught you to dance? Still know how?"
"Huh?"
Gu Ran's face was flushed, and Gu Moli had already pulled her to her feet.
Right then, the singer was crooning a romantic love song. He led the dazed Gu Ran over and guided her hand onto his shoulder.
Of course Gu Ran knew how to dance.
Back then she'd been so clumsy, she had no idea how many pairs of his shoes she'd stepped to death. But now—now she'd long since learned. At the department's annual dance, she was always the Queen of the ball.
She looked at him, just about to show off a little, when she suddenly felt his hand slide to her waist.
Then he gave her body a tug forward, almost pressing her against his chest.
Gu Ran was completely thrown for a second, and her foot came down directly on the top of his foot.
She froze again, cheeks burning up, her mind only spinning with one thought: How can it be like this!
She'd stepped on him again!
