Words are careless, but listening makes them intentional. Groping?
This coquettish remark made Jiang Feng feel a bit awkward.
Even Mo Zixun regretted saying it herself; it was meant to be casual, yet it sounded so ambiguous.
Fortunately, Jiang Feng pretended not to hear it, still calmly pointed to Mo Zixun's feet and said, "Move your right foot forward!"
Mo Zixun's cheeks were slightly red as she slowly glided her right foot forward, "Like this?"
"Almost. Now follow me, using the steps I taught you. Don't rush, steady now!"
Jiang Feng slowly guided Mo Zixun out of the storage room and slid toward the rink.
The two finally arrived outside the rink, and those inside were even more hyped up, the deafening DJ music was shaking the heart!
About to step onto the rink, Mo Zixun became increasingly anxious.
