Mu Mian blushed.
"Brother Xu Nuo."
Xu Yuan smiled as he watched the interplay of light and shadow between the two and nudged Xu Nuo, "Brother, Mianmian is so beautiful this year but still lacks a dance partner, don't you know how to invite a lady to dance?"
"It was my presumption." Xu Nuo extended his hand to Mu Mian, "Mianmian, may I have the honor of asking you for a dance?"
Before Mu Mian could respond, she was forcefully pushed by Xu Yuan standing beside her, and she fell right into Xu Nuo's embrace. His unique fragrance filled her nostrils, causing her dizzy little face to redden like an apple.
Xu Nuo looked at the person who had fallen into his arms and said with a smile, "It seems you agree."
Then, taking her hand, he led her to the center of the dance floor and began to move with a gentle rhythm.
