Lia was indeed quite pretty in appearance.
But the thought of her personality gave Lin Da a headache.
He felt like he was dancing with a powder keg in his arms.
The party was about to come to a successful close, and he really didn't want to cause any trouble.
Giving up and sitting down on the side seemed like a choice.
Lin Da had thought Lia would agree.
But what was she thinking? She refused?
Lia glanced sideways at the golden trumpet-shaped Magic Guide Musical Instrument, pursed her lips, and said, "It's coming up to that part."
"That part?"
"Have you forgotten?"
Lia's nails pricked Lin Da's palm, and for some reason, they suddenly pressed harder.
She said, "During Snow Goose's promotion party, at the climax of this song..."
"There's a windmill?" Lin Da remembered.
It required the men to grab one hand of their dance partner, and spin like a berserker creating a huge windmill...
