Yunru's devilish smile on his sly face that lit up with the disco lights made her heart thump in her chest. It raced like crazy as his gaze filled with tease and amusement was focused on her.
His sarcastic question left her stumped to answer him.
How does he know to dance so well!?
Her face flushed in embarrassment. Inwardly, she just wanted a chance to dance with him, but she couldn't be honest about it. And now the price for that was to feel embarrassed.
But she refused to budge.
Zizi cleared her throat. "So-so. It seems you do know the basics," she averted her gaze.
"Only basics?"
She glared at him. "Don't act so proud. You are nowhere near the classy level."
"But at least now we can dance as equals, I guess. Not as a teacher and student, though I didn't give you any chance to teach me," he shrugged.
