Nalan Ye Jue held Qin Xin and danced five pieces in a row, for over an hour.
Qin Xin truly experienced what it ans for a man to be "physically fit."
She’d rather fight soone for an hour than hold up dancing for an hour with such high difficulty.
Luckily, it was the man holding her and dancing the whole ti, so she only stepped on his feet and not anyone else’s.
"So even the versatile, genius little lady has things she’s not good at," Nalan Ye Jue teased with a smile.
Qin Xin pouted, "There are plenty of things I’m not good at."
Like not being able to cook.
Nalan Ye Jue chuckled lightly, "No worries, I’ll take you to practice more in the future. When we have our wedding banquet, we’ll need to dance the opening dance."
Qin Xin felt frustrated, "You’re enough, anyway, at most I’ll step on your feet."
Nalan Ye Jue said, "The main thing is that the wedding dress is too long. If you don’t practice, I’m worried the little lady will step on her own dress. As for my feet, it’s fine no matter how the little lady steps on them."
Qin Xin: "..."
No, wait, when did she agree to definitely marry him?
She was carelessly led into a trap by the man.
As they talked, the music started playing again.
Qin Xin, fearing the man would get excited and continue dancing, quickly took the initiative to suggest, "I want to go ho."
Nalan Ye Jue nodded, "Alright."
With the ball halfway through, they left early.
On the quiet school path, the man held her hand and walked slowly.
A cold breeze blew by, and the man took off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders.
The jacket, with the man’s body heat, was particularly warm. Qin Xin couldn’t help but sneak a glance at the man’s side profile.
So gentlemanly, so handso.
His straight legs possessed a restrained, strong beauty.
"Does the little lady not get enough of seeing at ho?" the man’s laughing voice suddenly sounded.
Qin Xin felt embarrassed.
Damn, she was caught.
She quickly changed the subject: "Turns out you don’t have to use a wheelchair... so why use it usually?"
Nalan Ye Jue paused for a mont, then slowly said, "I wanted to dance with you, so I didn’t use it."
Qin Xin parted her lips.
Once again, she felt her heartbeat accelerate to an abnormal rate.
Oh, this man is lethal!
Blushing, she tried to steer the conversation to a more technical direction, avoiding the man’s hormonal charm.
"Mr. Nalan, may I be bold and ask, where are your legs injured?"
Nalan Ye Jue answered mildly, without hiding it, "niscus injury."
"Ah," Qin Xin was puzzled, "niscus can be replaced."
With advanced technology, it can be transplanted or replaced with artificial ones.
Nalan Ye Jue added, "Also, patellar injury."
Qin Xin: "There are artificial materials for the patella too."
But Mr. Nalan is really unlucky; there’s not a single good bone in his knees. What happened?
Nalan Ye Jue said, "I’m allergic to artificial materials, I’ve tried, but my body rejects them."
"Ah." Qin Xin sighed softly.
If allergic to artificial materials, there’s nothing to be done; rejection would have major aftermath.
Qin Xin couldn’t help but feel more curious, "Was it due to an accident, like a car crash? Otherwise, such severe damage to both the patella and niscus is quite rare."
Nalan Ye Jue’s gaze slightly tightened.
For the first ti, he didn’t directly answer her question, rely saying, "Not exactly an accident."
Not exactly an accident?
Yet he lost his kneecap?
Could it have been voluntary?
Nalan Ye Jue didn’t continue, and Qin Xin knew she had touched a sensitive topic for him.
She gracefully didn’t press further but pondered, "If BMP research progresses, it might help with your knees. But for now, it’s still in the lab phase, not yet in clinical trials."
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