"Let's dance," Yan Zhen Guo said with a twitch of his lips.
Dance? Gu Fuqiao glanced at the female comrades from the cultural troupe in the dance floor who continued dancing despite being stepped on by young men.
She bit her lip and looked at Yan Zhen Guo's physique, "Then tread lightly."
Yan Zhen Guo frowned and gave Gu Fuqiao a look, saying nothing else, and took her directly onto the dance floor.
When Gu Fuqiao was in junior high, the recess activity was ballroom dancing, so this simple ballroom dance was not difficult for her.
But for her, the challenge was dancing with Yan Zhen Guo.
As soon as she placed her hand on Yan Zhen Guo's solid shoulder and started dancing, she found her foot stepped on. Looking down, she realized it could only have been Yan Zhen Guo who stepped on her.
However, Yan Zhen Guo currently had his head up, eyes staring straight ahead, without the slightest hint of guilt.
