Su Yanruo paused and her heart skipped a beat. She turned around, glanced at his hands on her wrist, and frowned. "What is it, Senior Rong?"
"Umm..... I-I want to ask you something...."
Su Yanruo arched her brows. "And, I am not obliged to answer."
"No," Rong Yixuan denied and gripped her hand tightly. "I want to know. Why did you run after seeing my face? What happened to you back there?"
"Nothing," Su Yanruo shrugged. Looking at the hand that was holding her hand tightly, she pursed her lips slowly. "Senior Rong can leave my hand. After all, we are not that familiar."
"Huh? We are not familiar," Rong Yixuan chuckled. Her words made him laugh and he moved closer to her. "I think Miss Su Yanruo, you are forgetting that just a few minutes we were dancing together."
"So? One dance doesn't make us familiar with each other," Su Yanruo replied. "We are still strangers, Mr. Rong."
