Hu Dongtian could still feel traces of Mo Aini's grip on his body. On his fingers and on his waist, the sensation lingered like a ghost, haunting his heart.
"Let's win for the sake of Hu Tobacco." He said.
But they both very well know that the prize money is nothing compared to what the company earns at all. It's comparable to a measly change. So it's not truly for Hu Tobacco that they are dancing.
But for what, then?
Hu Dongtian knows the answer, yet wants to deny it.
Mo Aini also knows, but denies it as well.
Two people dancing in denial. They did not speak a single word as they glided on the dance floor, yet it felt like on of the most surreal nights in their lives.
Hu Dongtian just relished the sensation of being close to the man he loves, letting himself drown in the feeling of fearful euphoria, of agitated and dumbfounded bliss. He found himself closing his eyes.
