She turned off the music and gave a thumbs up, "Xuanxuan, you’re incredible, your dancing is beautiful!"
"It’s alright." Di Jinxuan flicked her long hair, made a funny face, and turned to Di Xiaxia, "Big sis, are you happy now?"
"Very." Di Xiaxia lifted her cup, "Xuanxuan, you dance wonderfully. The future Dance King must be you!"
Jinxuan laughed heartily, while Nangong Jin just pouted, keeping quiet.
Unexpectedly, Nangong Ran chid in, "Brother, what do you think about Xuanxuan’s dance?"
"Not bad." Nangong Jin grinned naughtily, lightly licked his grinning lips, undeniably blunt, "But it lacks a bit of charm."
Jinxuan pouted.
"Can’t be." Gu Qibao exclaid, "I think Xuanxuan danced extrely well! I almost had a nosebleed watching it."
Nangong Jin raised a disdainful lip but said nothing.
Jinxuan also tilted her lips, saying, "Third sister-in-law, brother Jin is a master level dancer. Isn’t it disrespecting him if you praise my dance in front of him?"
"Right." Gu Qibao opened her eyes wide, suddenly laughing, "Brother Jin, I’ve never seen you dance. Can you show ?"
"Not interested." Nangong Jin lifted his eyebrows, clearly not welcoming her idea.
"Not interested, or is it because you’re rusty from not dancing for years?" Di Jinxuan couldn’t help but tease, actually, she had never seen Nangong Jin dance either.
However, Nangong Jin was a legend in the industry, reputedly starting his dancing career at the age of three. His prodigious talent earned him the title of Dance King.
Later, for so unknown reason, he stopped dancing, and all his old dance videos and records were deleted.
He had the power to make all these records disappear, but what was the reason?
And for so many years, he had turned down nurous invitations to judge national and international dance competitions, despite the generous fees, with the sa excuse - no interest.
There was a rumor in the industry that his dance partner passed away due to illness when he was sixteen, so he had stopped dancing since then.
All these were nothing more than rumors; she didn’t really know Nangong Jin. After all, Nangong Jin was almost six years older than her, and their lives barely intersected.
Upon hearing Di Jinxuan’s insinuation, Nangong Jin just gave a low-profile smile, as his srizing eyes slowly moved to her face.
His lips gently curled, Nangong Jin carefully adjusted his collar, then said, in a clear-cut tone, "If you want a master’s performance, shouldn’t there be so token of appreciation? A sweet kiss seems appropriate."
"Puh..." Nangong Ran sprayed out the mouthful of wine he was drinking, coughing incessantly. He couldn’t help but give a thumbs up, Brother, your move to solicit a kiss is brilliant!
Gu Qibao’s eyes widened, "Wow, Brother Jin, you’re aweso."
He’s even bolder than Big Brother - openly asking for a kiss!
Di Jinxuan opened her eyes wide and yelled, "Brother Jin, I’m just a child! How could you even think of soiling a child like this!"
Di Xiaxia couldn’t help but burst out laughing, she countered audaciously, "What’s there to fear, Xuanxuan? It’s just a kiss on the cheek. Think of him as an uncle; it would be nice to steal a trick or two from him."
Nangong Jin remained silent, but his lips curled into an even more alluring smirk, and a hint of mischief glinted in his peach blossom eyes.
Di Jinxuan blinked and stared at him, "A kiss on the cheek only?"
Nangong Jin licked his lips, in his gorgeous baritone voice, he said, "A kiss on the cheek equals two moves. A kiss on the lips will get you four."
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