Everyone’s gaze fell on them. Young Master Fu invited Gu Sihan to dance, and they ate another mouthful of dog food!
Gu Sihan stood in the middle of the bright lights, her delicate white and soft muscles covered in a sparkling luster. She looked at Fu Shu in front of her, raised her delicate willow-leaf eyebrows, and slowly handed over her fair little hand.
Fu Shu went to hold her hand.
But after her fingertips touched for a fraction of a second, Gu Sihan withdrew her small hand again. “Sorry, I’m a little tired. I don’t feel like dancing now.”
Gu Sihan turned around and left.
Fu Shu was not stupid enough to not know that she was teasing him. His fingertips curled slightly. There was the remaining softness and warmth of her at the fraction of a second just now. He knew that she was angry in her heart, so no matter what she did, he would indulge her.
