"Not going into the dance floor?"
Zheng Qing looked at the witch’s jade hands stretched out in front of him, slightly dumbfounded, not knowing whether to directly hold them and start dancing, or to hold them and wait to start dancing once they entered the floor.
"No."
Jiang Yu raised her chin slightly, with a proud look: "Dancing is about expressing emotions, a very free thing. Alpha always prides himself on ’freedom’, yet he sets so many rules for this, making it not free at all."
As she spoke, she glanced at her still empty hands.
The young wizard quickly placed his hands on the witch’s palms.
"Move up!"
The witch slightly frowned, gesturing for the warlock to move his hands from her palm to her arm: "...Didn’t you dance pretty well in the dance floor just now?"
"I don’t know."
Zheng Qing mumbled, clumsily following the witch’s rhythm to advance and retreat, occasionally nervously lowering his head to find where his feet were, almost like his first ti dancing.
Unlike on the dance floor, on the grass there were uneven grounds, clumps of grass and tiny stones that could easily throw people off balance, requiring the warlock to be extra careful.
"Why," Zheng Qing repeatedly pondered the phrasing, "I an, I thought you wouldn’t co to this kind of dance party."
"Do I need to report to you what dance party I attend?" The witch in the red dress raised her head, guiding the rhythm of their dance, resembling a fluttering butterfly spinning in place: "You need to lift your chin a bit, gaze as if you’re not wanting to focus on anyone else... though it’s not letting you watch others!"
The person’s eyes, which were wandering, quickly withdrew.
With that brief glance, he already saw curious and probing glances circulating around them, many seemingly whispering secrets to each other, but being too far away to hear what they were saying.
It’s definitely not good things.
...
...
Zheng Qing’s guess was quite correct.
At this mont, at the dance party, in many corners, discussions were swirling about Su Shijun’s dance partner actively inviting other witches to dance. So thought it was normal, as exchanging dance partners at a party was an old tradition; others suspected there was sothing fishy about Zheng Qing choosing to dance outside the dance floor; so were eagerly expecting that a certain warlock had already been abandoned by the Moon Council’s deity.
"Wrong ti, wrong place, wrong dance partner."
Li ng held a cup of juice, looking deeply at his cousin dancing in the distance, shaking his head slightly: "If Zheng Zha isn’t beaten up after today, then everyone present is under a powerful confusion spell."
"Don’t gloat over misfortunes, he’s already been beaten up." Zhu Si softly corrected his companion’s mistake.
"Is flirting considered getting beaten up?" Student Li ng, rarely sharp, saw through his cousin’s hamr-like effect at a glance, speaking without hesitation: "This trick to obscure misfortune is no more useful than tapping the table with your finger if you hear unlucky words!"
"That’s reasonable."
A sowhat abrupt male voice inserted itself into the little witches’ conversation, Dylan raising his Amber Light smiling, indicating to a chubby warlock in the distance: "See Andrew Taylor? He and his little buddies all look like they might rush over anyti and tear our Mr. Zha apart... that’s Alpha who usually gets along well with us... so, where did your lady go?"
The last sentence, he said to Su Ya.
Perhaps due to it being late, the little fox lady already had her ears drooping and tail hanging, looking dazed standing asleep, Dylan waved his wine glass under her nose to perk her up slightly.
"What? Miss?"
She looked around at the dance floor cluelessly: "Isn’t the miss dancing? Hey? Where did the miss go? Did she go ho? Should I go ho too?"
"See, it’s not that I don’t help to introduce you, but I don’t know where Su Councilor went either." Dylan turned back, shrugging to the blonde witch behind him with a helpless look.
Linda Barnes’ attention had mostly shifted to Jiang Yu dancing with Zheng Qing, keenly noticing the hormones emanating between the young male and female wizards.
"Student Jiang Yu is very charming." The blonde witch comnted aningfully.
"Just the color of the dress doesn’t quite match today’s dance party the." Dylan clinked glasses with the witch, leaned over, whispering softly, reminding: "Zhongshan Jiang’s influence is not weaker than Su Qingqiu’s; I suggest you consider future job hunting before publishing any baseless speculations... you’re not here to make trouble for yourself at the party, are you?"
The blonde witch’s interest visibly waned.
"Perhaps I should go and express so congratulations?" She muttered, her expression showing a hint of frustration: "The interview with the councilor promised by your team leader hasn’t materialized yet. Tsk, Su Qingqiu, Zhongshan Jiang, how did he achieve such an accomplishnt... I think he’s just a bit handso."
Ding!
Dylan clinked glasses with the blonde witch, ending the little episode.
...
...
Ding!
The triangle’s vibrating sound was inconspicuous in the night, yet unexpectedly caught by Zheng Qing, prompting him to glance in the band’s direction, unsurprisingly seeing many sneaky glances.
"What are you thinking?" The witch slightly raised her eyebrows, keenly aware of the boy’s montary distraction.
"I thought of Dylan ntioning there’s a ’Moon Coffee’ that’s very tasty, seems I’ve never heard the na before." The young wizard didn’t blink, naturally saying sothing substantial, a product of his short-term intensive training at Greenhill Mansion.
In this sentence, the Moon Coffee was real, soone wants to drink it was real too, only the person wasn’t Dylan, but a term ntioned by a warlock Zheng Qing overheard outside the dance floor before.
Unsurprisingly, Jiang Yu was familiar with such terminology: "That’s sothing only wizard aristocrats like to dig into, with Amber Light and maple syrup added in, giving a cool burning sensation... Not suitable for you... Oh!"
Zheng Qing finally stepped on her foot.
"Sorry, sorry!"
The young wizard felt like he stepped into hot asphalt, wanting to pull his foot but couldn’t escape, his head bobbing like a pecking chick, constantly checking his dance steps, his body stiff like a rock.
Then inevitably, the more nervous he was, the more mistakes he made, stepping on the girl four or five tis, disrupting Jiang Yu’s rhythm who also stepped on him four or five tis.
"I’m not doing it on purpose... Just too nervous with so many people staring at ." Zheng Qing mumbled, feeling his whole head was burning—at this point, he was grateful Jiang Yu chose to dance on the dimly lit grass; if they were in the brightly lit dance floor, probably everyone would see his chaotic dance steps and his monkey butt-red face.
Fortunately, the dance was nearing its end, the music slowing down a lot.
The dance was coming to an end.
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