Upon hearing this, Nangong Ran imdiately felt like kicking Dan Lingling, who was blocking her way.
This woman’s shalessness was about to challenge her worldview. If she rembered correctly, last ti her dad wanted to capture Di Mingzhe, right?
Now inviting Di Mingchen to dance, what does this an?
Is it that she knows there’s no hope with Di Mingzhe, so she wants to seduce Di Mingchen?
Nangong Ran felt really speechless, but she was very curious about how Di Mingchen would respond.
Nangong Ran looked at Di Mingchen from behind, and Di Mingchen was a bit astonished upon hearing this, as he probably never expected Dan Lingling would invite him to dance!
Di Mingchen took a sip of the red wine in his glass and rejected her quite thoroughly, "Sorry, I don’t want to dance."
Dan Lingling’s face was instantly full of disappointnt. No matter what, a lady personally extended an invitation, yet was ruthlessly rejected. That feeling certainly didn’t sit well.
But it only lasted a few seconds; she then replied politely and gracefully, "I won’t force it then."
After speaking, she raised her head high as if trying to pick up the dignity she’d dropped, and walked away rather arrogantly.
"What the heck?" Nangong Ran looked at her, acting proud like a peacock, and mumbled in complaint, "Really thinks she’s sothing! Shaless, daring to seduce my second brother!
Deserved to be rejected! Who wants to dance with you, old witch, huh! Lucky you ran away fast, or I’d tear you apart."
"What are you mumbling about?" Suddenly a voice sounded above her head.
Nangong Ran was frightened out of her skin, and when she abruptly turned and raised her eyes, she found that Di Mingchen had sohow walked up behind her.
"Ah, I, didn’t say anything." Nangong Ran twisted her fingers, "I was just cursing Dan Lingling; she’s really shaless!"
Di Mingchen chuckled, reached out, and patted her head, "Well, thank you for helping scold her."
Nangong Ran blushed bashfully, "No way!"
That sound was sowhat coquettish. Di Mingchen’s gaze turned a shade darker as he asked, "Did you co to for sothing?"
Only then did Nangong Ran rember why she ca over, suddenly feeling even more embarrassed. It was her first ti inviting a man to dance.
Thinking for a mont, Nangong Ran stood up straight, cleared her throat seriously, and firmly saluted, "Honorable Mr. Di Mingchen, I wonder if I, a humble one, have the honor to invite you to a dance?"
Invite him to dance?
Di Mingchen’s gaze fell on her, without replying imdiately, just calmly watching her.
Nangong Ran felt a bit uneasy, damn it, he just said he didn’t want to dance!
Just when Nangong Ran thought he’d say he didn’t want to or didn’t know how to dance, her hand was suddenly taken by him, held in his palm, then he smiled and said, "My pleasure."
Nangong Ran widened her eyes, did he agree?
Still in a daze, Nangong Ran was already led into the dance floor by Di Mingchen.
Such a social dance inevitably involves so intimate physical contact.
Di Mingchen’s broad hand easily embraced her lovely back, then with a slight force, pulled her into his arms, their fit was seamless and intimate, while his other hand held hers.
Nangong Ran raised her hand and placed it on his shoulder, feeling particularly like a petite woman.
Nangong Ran blushed inexplicably, feeling a bit uncomfortable, as his scent and breath invaded her nostrils without any reservation.
With a slight lift of her eyes was the familiar rugged and handso face.
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