Mu Yiliang was forced to jump up and spin with his dance steps.
She thought her face must be pale, but strangely enough, her heart calmed down. As she spun, she closed her eyes just like Nie Qing, letting herself experience the feeling of whirling.
After a long time, he finally stopped. Mu Yiliang's forehead was already dotted with fine beads of sweat.
She slowly opened her eyes, looked at the man opposite her, and her voice suddenly became low and winding: "You dance really well. Apart from you, no one else can keep up with my steps."
Nie Qing abruptly opened his eyes, a moment of bewildered joy flashing in them! But that joy quickly faded away.
"Do you think this will make me spare you?" His voice suddenly turned sharp!
Mu Yiliang pressed her lips tightly together, yet her expression remained proud.
Nie Qing seemed to be scalded by something; he abruptly let her go and turned to leave hurriedly!
Mu Yiliang breathed a sigh of relief, feeling completely soaked.
