Yating could see his fingers trembling as he held Ai's hand in his. His gaze fell at Ai, and his heart skipped a beat. He quickly looked away, not wanting her to catch his expression.
"Your hand feels cold," Ai remarked.
"Is that so? I don't know…"
His other arm pulled her waist and with that, she stepped even closer to him. He lowered his gaze and noticed her eyelashes at a closer distance, blinking and fluttering.
"I apologize in advance if I step on your foot," Ai said.
His daze broke, and he smiled. "Doesn't matter."
They danced to the music playing in the background while Yating took slow, deliberate steps so that Ai could match his pace.
Ai asked, "How is work going in Dream High?"
Yating thanked the heavens that she asked that question because he was at a complete loss. He didn't want to be mute during this whole time of dancing with her.
