The two listened to the music, drank their wine, and occasionally whispered a few sentences to each other.
Lu Jincheng kept clinking his glass with hers, quickly finishing a whole cocktail.
Guan Yongyi's head nearly rested on the man's shoulder, her breath fragrant, her cheeks flushed hot, her originally clear eyes now misty.
"Let's go jump around too!"
"I... I don't know how."
The short-haired girl was pulled toward the crowd.
"No worries, I'll teach you!"
...
The tall man pushed through the crowd first, finding a spot in front for two, and pulled Guan Yongyi over.
He took her hand, turned it palm up, and with his other hand, helped fold her middle and ring fingers in, then secured them with his thumb, leaning in to whisper in her ear.
"Do you see the hand shape of the people nearby?"
"Yes!"
Guan Yongyi nodded.
"In different settings, there are different gestures. This one is called the 'metal salute'!"
