"Don't be afraid."
Xi Yemo sensed the unease of the little woman, his voice steady and calm.
Taking a few deep breaths, Lan Xin Ai's movements gradually smoothened and she kept up with the rhythm.
The two twirled in the dance floor, their steps blossoming like flowers, drawing thunderous applause from the audience.
After the waltz ended, Xi Yemo was surrounded by many people. If not for him holding Lan Xin Ai's hand, they would have been pushed aside.
"Young Master Xi, should we discuss important matters now?"
Angelina gently smiled at Xi Yemo.
Xi Yemo declined, "I cannot leave my dance partner alone at the banquet, she's too clumsy."
Clumsy?
Lan Xin Ai, with wide eyes, blurted out almost subconsciously: "You're the big dummy."
Her indignant retort seemed like lovers' playful teasing to the observers.
"You, you little dummy!"
Xi Yemo lightly patted Lan Xin Ai's head, showing a rare warmth on his usually cold and indifferent face.
The onlookers were stunned.
