Her heart missed another beat. Gu Shaocheng was not a man who reveled in romance, but when he decided to play the part, it was truly staggering.
His innate sovereign aura, emitted from his every movent, was the epito of grace and beauty.
For the first ti, Chenxing felt... was she lucky to be swept off her feet by such a man?
Was she really that fortunate?
Heaven had sent such a man her way,
As she moved stiffly, her heart pounded wildly, believing she was being led in dance, the pair of them transforming into graceful butterflies...
She closed her eyes gently, pretending they were dancing under the bright night sky...
It was just so perfect;
So unbelievably romantic;
However, reality was brutally harsh compared to her dreamy imagination.
"Hisss..." Suddenly, a faint intake of breath from the man.
Chenxing’s eyes snapped open, abruptly pulled back from her dreamy trance. She looked down and realized her foot was on top of his.
She quickly withdrew her foot.
"I...I’m sorry." Chenxing was so mortified she dared not lift her face.
How could she have stepped on his foot?
She was so embarrassed; why couldn’t she be a graceful princess skilled in dance at this mont? Then she would be a suitable match for the noble prince.
She really couldn’t dance.
Even though Gu Shaocheng kept teaching her the steps, she was so tense that she was on the verge of falling apart.
If only magic existed to perfect her clumsy, awkward movents that ruined the mood, she thought to herself, on the verge of tears.
Chenxing was so desperate she wanted to cry, but the more desperate she beca, the more her steps beca a ss.
"Hisss..."
"Ah, I’m sorry...sorry..."
What should she do? She frowned...
Did he think she was a mood killer?
In a calm and composed manner, Gu Shaocheng reassured her with a smile, "It’s okay, for your first ti dancing, you’re doing quite well."
Not only did he not get angry, but he was comforting her in such a manner!
Surprised and embarrassed, Chenxing lifted her head, "Really? You don’t think I’m stupid? Too slow to learn?"
"I like you better when you’re a little stupid, a little slow." His hand was warm on her slim waist, his breath tickled her ear as he swept away a few stray strands of hair from her face. "When I first started dancing, I was even worse than you. If you were to outshine , where would that leave as a man?"
His consoling words considerably boosted Chenxing’s confidence.
"When you first started dancing, did you step on your partner’s foot?"
"Yes."
"What did your first partner look like?"
"She was a social dance teacher; she moved to Arica with her husband. As for what she looked like, I have a vague recollection, but I never paid it much attention."
"Ah! I’m sorry, I stepped on you again." Chenxing’s cheeks flushed with embarrassnt, she wished she could disappear into a crack in the floor.
She was so embarrassed...
She was afraid to move, fearing she’d step on his foot again. Chenxing lanted, understanding that fairy tales were indeed just tales. Even Cinderella, the fairy tale heroine, had to put on a beautiful dance to attract the prince. Otherwise, she wouldn’t even have the chance to lose her glass slipper.
In reality, she was the ugly duckling who disgraced herself in front of her grandma because of her dancing.
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