Delving into the arts was not his forte.
Having grown up in a remote mountain area, even after spending years abroad, he had been accompanied by a life of gunfire and bullets.
He didn't know how to make women swoon with sweet nothings; all he knew was how to protect them forever with his fists.
With his hand on Guan Shimeng's slender waist, Xu Fan stepped through simple dance moves under the watchful eyes of numerous hosts.
"Why are you crying?"
He didn't know why the girl in his arms suddenly showed teardrops in the corner of her eyes.
"Surely you don't think I'm dancing poorly? I haven't even stepped on your foot, have I?"
"Pfft."
After Xu Fan voiced his complaint, Guan Shimeng couldn't help but burst into laughter through her tears.
"Not at all..."
"Xu Fan, I'm just happy," she responded.
