"What are you doing?"
"I—"
Hua Jin was caught off guard by her return and stood in awkward stun. "I-I'm dancing."
"Do you dance at the drop of a hat?"
The man felt even more embarrassed, but he refused to admit it. "Why not? I suddenly have the urge to dance."
Left speechless, the woman cleared her throat with a few bouts of dry cough and said, "Excuse me; I need to get my bag."
He let her pass awkwardly.
She took her bag and walked out again.
This time around, he learned to be smart. After checking that she had walked to the stairs and entered the elevator, he closed the door. His hand then involuntarily covered his lips as he could not stop himself from smiling.
He finally had a home!
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