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.
Zhongli Wuzhi didn’t mind that she stepped on his foot every three steps.
"Why the frown? With such good music, it’s a pity not to enjoy it."
"Zhongli Wuzhi, let me tell you, if you think you can pursue me, you’re wrong."
"Lili doesn’t understand you; she doesn’t know you change women every three days and are adept at hurting women. She doesn’t know how shameless you are, if only she knew..."
Zhongli Wuzhi smiled slyly, his fox-like eyes curving up.
"Of course she doesn’t!"
"I think this best friend of yours is much smarter than you."
Zhongli Wuzhi leaned down slightly, his breath close, "At least she doesn’t view people through a prejudiced lens."
Xiaoer glanced at him, having absolutely no desire to engage with him.
Zhongli Wuzhi didn’t mind her little tempers...
He liked it very much.
Song Lili sat on a sofa in the resting area, the lively ballroom on one side, contrasting starkly with her quiet little world.
No one approached her to ask her to dance, even though some found her attractive and liked her, they still hesitated.
The matter with Wang Yun seemed unresolved, but what exactly happened, no one knew. If the Old President pursued the matter later...
As the central figure in this event, it was better to keep her distance.
That’s what most thought, and Song Lili could understand, but she still felt somewhat lonely.
No matter how strong a heart is, it still feels uncomfortable from others’ gossip.
Perhaps... this is what Wen Liangyu wanted to see...
But in such a party setting, when she couldn’t even feel at ease, how could she possibly be worthy of Wen Nian?
Song Lili held a glass of wine, gently swirling it, watching the liquid spin, her thoughts tumultuous.
"What are you thinking about? Everyone is dancing, and you’re sitting here alone... are you waiting for me?"
Was she hearing things?
A shadow fell in front of her, and a slightly rogue voice spoke above her head.
Then a rough, wheat-colored hand extended towards her...
She looked up, and indeed it was him.
"Brother Lu, why are you... why..."
Song Lili was so excited she couldn’t even speak.
At such a grand banquet, a gathering place of G country’s elite, she couldn’t communicate with anyone except Xiaoer.
She felt increasingly uncomfortable in this foreign place.
But just then, Lu Ziqing, who was supposed to be in Xilin, had suddenly appeared in Anlin City.