Li Qinghe put an arm around Lu Yuan's shoulder with a smile and said,
"You'll have to dance. I'll teach you how to dance later."
...
On the evening of Harvest Day.
Li Qinghe had changed into a luxurious silk gown and was wearing black lace gloves. She looked like an elf in the dark night.
She was in the living room, fixing Lu Yuan's tie. He was wearing a white suit. He was handsome, and after absorbing the space-type gene, his temperament was more illusory and mysterious. He looked like a young master.
After fixing his tie, Li Qinghe looked at Lu Yuan with shining eyes. His red lips curled up with a smile.
"Little brother Yuan is not bad, so handsome! There should be a lot of girls at the banquet tonight who will fall for you."
The corners of Lu Yuan's mouth twitched, and a bitter smile appeared.
"Do I have to wear a suit like this? It's so uncomfortable."
