This time, Turstin Muller seemed to have truly overcome his psychological barrier, watching Valentine Teller for a full minute without closing his eyes.
He couldn't help but cheer, "I did it, I did it, I finally succeeded."
The joy at this moment was even stronger than when he was appointed professor.
"That's great, let's continue dancing!"
Valentine Teller casually tossed her glasses onto the large bed nearby and continued dancing with Turstin Muller.
Swaying left and right, forward and backward.
She learned quickly too, though keeping to the beat was still a bit of a challenge, and she accidentally stepped on Turstin Muller's foot.
"Sorry, sorry!" She quickly bowed her head to apologize.
"No worries, it doesn't hurt."
He laughed it off casually, her flustered look was simply adorable.
Valentine Teller suddenly recalled Mark Reed, the night they danced, she also stepped on his foot, and he had said it didn't hurt.
Why did she think of him again?
