Rong Junlie's eyes were attracted by a petite figure, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He waved his hand and said softly, "No need to arrange, my dance partner is here..."
Not long after he finished speaking, Luo Yan stood in front of him.
She was finally found. When she met his deep eyes, although she was still so familiar, the cold and arrogant look in his eyes still made Luo Yanrong unable to think too much. It would be better to pretend not to know her, or really
It didn't matter that she couldn't remember it, she just wanted to do this thing well.
Hiding the feeling of accelerated heartbeat in her heart, Luo Yan stood in front of Rong Junlie, curled her lips and smiled, "Mr. Rong, I don't know if I have the honor to ask you to dance!"
Rong Junlie raised his eyebrows and looked at her. He didn't agree or refuse, but there was a hint of complexity in the corner of his mouth.
"Drink it before talking!"
He lowered his head, poured a large glass of wine and handed it over. The ambiguous scarlet wine swayed lightly in the goblet, filled with a rich aroma.
The moment he lowered his head to pour the wine, it was not that Luo Yan failed to see clearly the name of the wine placed in front of him, but what she never expected was that he poured a large glass of wine and handed it to her.
"Mr. Rong..."
"Drink it and then talk about it!" Rong Junlie's expression did not loosen at all, and even the initial smile disappeared, and he just looked at the woman in front of him aggressively.
With his sharp eyes like a falcon, nothing could be hidden from him. Luo Yan reached out and took the wine glass he handed over with trembling fingers. She frowned slightly as she looked at the scarlet wine rippling inside.
After a moment, he lowered his head and poured the red wine in the glass down his throat.
After drinking the whole large glass of red wine, Luo Yan's body shook a little, but she still stabilized.
Turning the wine glass over, Luo Yan raised the corners of her lips charmingly, her clear eyes flashing with breathtaking light, "Mr. Rong, not a drop will be left!"
"Very good!" Rong Junlie stood up immediately, his tall body approaching her.
He took off the wine glass from her cup and put it aside. Then, under the curious eyes of many people around him, he squeezed her little hand.
The moment she touched his palm, Luo Yan was so shocked that she shrank her hand slightly, but he caught her and held it in his palm.
"Don't you want to invite me to dance?"
Rong Junlie lowered his head and caught her reddened expression in his eyes. Luo Yan raised her head, her moist eyes were bright red and delicate, she opened them slightly, and then nodded.
When Rong Junlie slowly walked into the dance floor holding her hand, the surrounding lights suddenly became dark, leaving only a beam of warm orange light projected from the ceiling in the corner, landing in the center of the dance floor.
It shrouded the two of them.
This man's breath is still so familiar, and even the temperature of his palms has not changed.
Luo Yan's mind faltered slightly, and her dance steps became sluggish.
"I didn't expect you still wouldn't give up?"
Leaning close to her ear, Rong Junlie's words did not contain any emotion.
He knew that there was no need to question it. Luo Yan raised her head, her eyes fell on his face, and when she met his eyes, she smiled tenderly, "Since Mr. Rong knows, I wonder if I can give Zhiyuan another chance?"
"Chance?"
Rong Junlie bit these two words, and his dance steps were still elegant and skillful. On the contrary, Luo Yan, who followed his dance steps, lost her initial composure and became a little messy.