That magnetic voice was intoxicating.
Xiang Yimo pressed Zhong Lingling's waist close to himself, and beneath the mask, those beautiful eyes flowed like water. When Zhong Lingling looked into those eyes, she felt herself truly melting away.
She had completely forgotten the ballroom dance, but under Xiang Yimo's lead, she naturally found the feeling and entered the zone.
Xiang Yimo did more than just convey affection through glances with Zhong Lingling as Wang Shan had instructed. His metallic mask brushed against Zhong Lingling's nose tip, his lips lightly grazing her slightly cool lips. They were so close, like an intimate couple, this was definitely not dancing—it was a public display of affection.
Zhong Lingling's face heated up, her gaze flickering with a shy countenance that only made her more likely to arouse a man's pity.
