Following Yuan Shanshan through the crowd, there were snow-white thighs and swaying chests everywhere. Accidentally brushing against one, the dancing beauty flashed her a charming smile and continued to sway her body with abandon.
"Brother Fan, don't be nervous, follow my lead, just dance however you want." Once Yuan Shanshan made it to the dance floor, she transformed into a completely different person, swaying her body skillfully to the rhythm of the music.
At first, Yang Fan's movements were stiff, like a zombie's, barely shifting in place, very awkward. Yuan Shanshan couldn't help but want to laugh. "Follow my dance." She reminded him with a nudge.
To dance fluidly was not an easy task, truly harder than practicing martial arts.
Seeing that her urging was fruitless, Yuan Shanshan placed her hands on Yang Fan's shoulders, saying naturally: "Brother Fan, you really are like an alien, you know. It's actually very simple, just move with the music, however you want."
