"I don't know much about that devil clan, so I won't say anything," Xiaoling murmured before leaning slightly close to his ear, "I just think dancing is overall weird for a date."
Weisheng looked at her and narrowed his eyes, "That's a bummer. I thought you'd dance with me."
Xiaoling instantly backed off, looking away in embarrassment. She cleared her throat and pointed at the board.
"It's your turn," He murmured, pointing at the black stone in the middle of the board.
Xiaoling looked at the board, then at Weisheng. He had gotten comfortable in his space, supporting his head with his hand as his elbow stacked on the pillow. He had meticulously made himself comfortable enough to rest on the bed but play a board game with her since they were both seated next to each other for a game that required them to sit before each other.
