"I refuse!"
Xiaoer didn't even think before she said it.
Zhongli Wuzhi seemed as if he hadn't heard her refusal, and he directly stepped forward and took her hand, "Let's go."
"Zhongli Wuzhi, let go of me right now, do you hear me? I'm not dancing with you!"
"Besides me, who else would sincerely ask you to dance?"
"Sincere? That word coming from a person like you feels incredibly awkward."
"I say, Xiaoer, why do you judge people by their appearances?"
"Let go of me! Lili, Lili..."
"Just dance one song with Young Master Zhongli!"
"Fine, Song Lili, you're pushing me into the fire! I'll remember this!"
With his long legs, Zhongli Wuzhi quickly pulled Xiaoer onto the dance floor, holding one of her hands and lifting her waist with the other, gracefully starting to move to the rhythm, his moves skilled.
Xiaoer originally disliked interacting with men, let alone dancing, which required physical contact, and she rarely engaged in it.
