After the message was marked as "read," the elevator doors opened with a DING.
Jiang Qingli stood outside the doors, her hands behind her back, and smiled at him. "So, you want to dance with me?"
Qin Muye rubbed the back of his neck, a little uncomfortable. He retorted, "Can't I?"
His tone was still stiff, but the tips of his ears had already begun to flush.
Just moments ago, anger had been building in his chest like a volcano on the verge of eruption.
But when he met her eyes, the erupting magma bubbled and transformed into harmless, sweet cream.
Jiang Qingli took his hand and led him toward the car, her tone unhurried. "Dancing is fine, but the first dance is already spoken for."
"Who?!" Qin Muye stopped in his tracks, his brow furrowed. He was as furious as if someone had snuck in and robbed his home.
Jiang Qingli didn't hide it from him. "Yueyue."
Qin Muye's thoughts screeched to a halt. "...Lin Xiyue? Isn't she a female?"
