"Miss Shen."
"Lawyer Fu? What a coincidence."
Shen Wanxing cradled her arms and looked at the couple in the dance floor, asking softly, "Would Lawyer Fu like to dance?"
Tonight, she wanted to indulge her soul.
"Okay."
Fu Shao was tall and slender, with an air of scholarly poise. He danced quite well, having been Shen Wan's dance partner. The upper class always involved socializing, and since Shen Wan was self-conscious about her looks but still envious of the splendor under the bright lights, she had her father hire a teacher to teach her at home, and Fu Shao became that dance partner.
Shen Wanxing reached out and grabbed his hand, finding it easiest to forget reason amidst the dazzle of gold and paper.
They were too familiar with each other, familiar to the point that holding hands and embracing felt ordinary, and they often inadvertently revealed that intimacy. Shen Wanxing didn't mind, but it looked unusual to others.
