Then, his heart seemed to stop as he saw a woman with long, cascading hair, wearing a tank top and black tights, moving with grace and confidence. The bright lights obscured her face, but something about her drew him in.
Feeling an inexplicable pull, Yang Lingyun got up from the couch, his steps unsteady as he made his way toward the dance floor. It was as if an invisible force was guiding him to her.
Xia Lihua and Wang Nuozhi, glistening with sweat from their exhilarating dance, stepped down from the floor. They were spent for the night.
Xia Lihua was about to grab a drink when she collided with someone. She looked up, irritation flashing in her eyes. "What the hell? Can't you see where you're going?"
Xia Lihua looked up. "What the hell can't you see?"
Yang Lingyun squinted at her. "Xia Lihua?"
She was equally shocked to see him here.
