After Chrissie put down the wine glass in her hand, she seemed a little drunk.
She took the opportunity to lean against his side and said with a coquettish look, "Handsome, do you want to dance with me?"
"Dance?" Connor couldn't help but be stunned when he heard Chrissie's words. Then, he shook his head gently and said, "I don't know how to dance!"
At this moment, Chrissie was very proactive, but Connor was not sure if it was because all the women in the Yarlford Bar were like this, or rather because this woman had other motives.
"If you don't know how to, I can teach you. I'm not a bad person. I won't do anything to you…"
Chrissie pouted, then took the initiative to hold his hand and pulled him into the dance floor.
"I really don't know how to dance…"
Connor said helplessly.
"I've already said that I'll teach you. It's very simple…"
