Su Weifeng danced with Shui Lingling and returned to Zhu Xiaoxuan's side, his butt had yet to settle into his seat.
Zhu Xiaoxuan smiled and said, "Aren't you going to ask me for a dance?"
Su Weifeng had no choice but to extend his hand and say, "I'm just afraid that you, Xiao Xuan, would turn me down, and that would leave me quite embarrassed."
"Oh no, I can't refuse anyone else, but I definitely can't refuse you."
Zhu Xiaoxuan playfully blinked and took Su Weifeng's hand.
After the dance ended, Zhu Xiaoxuan and Su Weifeng returned to their seats, and then squinting her eyes at Su Weifeng, she said, "Brother Su, I feel that you've been a bit off today."
"Off? In what way am I off?" Su Weifeng was actually feeling somewhat guilty.
Zhu Xiaoxuan, touching her chin, said, "How should I put it? You seem not so composed as before. When you used to look at me, your gaze was clear and naturally composed."
"And now?" Su Weifeng took a sip of red wine, trying to ask very casually.
