She didn't dare to look at Qin Shaojin.
Qin Shaojin was shoveling dirt one scoop at a time, occasionally glancing at Wen Nuan, surprised to see her being shy. He originally thought she feared nothing.
...
The evening was the school anniversary banquet.
Wen Nuan changed into a little dress, followed Qin Shaojin, exchanging pleasantries all the way, which was tedious to the extreme.
Not until the dance did she start to feel happy.
Qin Shaojin looked at Wen Nuan very gentlemanly, "Miss Wen Nuan, may I have the pleasure of a dance with you?"
Wen Nuan looked at Qin Shaojin, "Since you're so proactive and so handsome, I'll reluctantly agree."
As she finished speaking, she placed her small hand in his large hand.
"Thank you for the honor."
Qin Shaojin held her hand, leading her to the dance floor, and the two of them started to waltz.
Wen Nuan danced lightly, like a butterfly fluttering gracefully.
Qin Shaojin held her slender waist, looking down at her, "When did you learn?"
