She took the slender sword, and began performing a sword dance. She thrust both swords forward, picked up the wine pot, tossed it into the air, and then split it vertically, moving with a fluid grace, her toes supporting the bottom of the wine pot.
She leaned slightly forward, allowing the wine to flow like nectar. Jian Xiangxiang used her two swords to form a bridge, ensuring not a drop of wine was spilled, and it flowed neatly into Liu Yu's wine cup.
Her figure was elegant and graceful, and this dance posture sparked imagination. Jian Xiangxiang was already skilled in the arts of the sword and had choreographed this sword dance meticulously to win Liu Yu's favor. Liu Yu was full of joy and satisfaction, and said, "Continue."
Jian Xiangxiang smiled lightly with her red lips, and began another sword dance. It was breathtakingly beautiful, making it hard for anyone to look away. Her graceful movement suddenly transformed like a swift wind, robust as thunder.
