Just like that, she followed him onto the stage in a daze, half pushed, half led.
Grey Wolf said they were going to dance a tango.
Lin Xinlan didn’t want to make the situation awkward and whispered to him, "I’m sorry, I can’t dance. Please find another dance partner."
Grey Wolf laughed out loud, "Wife, you’re being modest. You clearly can dance!"
Who was this man calling her his wife? Lin Xinlan felt quite indignant inside.
"It’s okay, we’ll just dance haphazardly. As long as we’re happy now, right?"
Lin Xinlan was instantly bewildered by his words.
Right, as long as we’re happy now, why worry about whether I can dance or not?
Anyway, these people weren’t seriously here to watch her tango; everyone was just looking for a good time...
Lin Xinlan hesitated for a moment.
She had never performed in front of so many people before. It would surely be thrilling and novel.
While she was still in a daze, the music started. Grey Wolf grasped her hand and immediately got into the groove with her.
She really couldn’t dance the tango, not even the simplest dance move.
But Grey Wolf seemed to have a magical power, making her move her feet and dance along involuntarily.
Although he moved clumsily, he danced very well.
He lifted her hand high, forcing her to spin automatically. When he moved forward, she stepped back; when he backed up, he pulled her forward. Their steps intertwined seamlessly in sync.
The more Lin Xinlan danced, the more she got into it, as if she had been learning the tango for years, each move natural and adept.
And from beginning to end, Grey Wolf never let go of her hand.
Lin Xinlan had the illusion that he was transferring his dance talent to her through their clasped hands.
The audience below was watching with great enthusiasm, emitting cheers and clapping from time to time.
Lin Xinlan suddenly smiled happily, her spirits lifted entirely, feeling exceptionally comfortable in body and mind.
She gradually got into the groove and began to dance wildly, losing herself.
Spinning, gliding, turning back, bending over, smiling—every action brimmed with passion, infecting everyone present.
Suddenly, Grey Wolf held her waist and lifted her, spinning her quickly.
Lin Xinlan almost screamed out loud.
She truly worried she would be flung away by his sudden action.
But his hands were steady, his arms strong, giving her a great sense of security.
After a few spins, he grabbed her hand again, leading into the next phase of the dance.
The rhythm was tight, making the onlookers’ blood surge with excitement.
As the dance ended, Lin Xinlan was about to take a breather when he suddenly picked her up horizontally and tossed her into the air.
This time, she truly screamed.
Grey Wolf caught her steadily and then flung her into the air again, making the audience scream along.
He didn’t do it a third time, or Lin Xinlan would have definitely lost her temper.
Because of their spectacular performance, the audience erupted into fervent applause.
Lin Xinlan smiled awkwardly and quickly made her way off the stage.
That was just too crazy. Why on Earth had she gone along with him to dance?
But she couldn’t deny that she had a lot of fun.
Lin Xinlan glanced back at Grey Wolf, smiled at him, waved, and left.
She walked while laughing, ending up laughing heartily like a fool.
Finding a bench, she took out her phone and dialed Rong Shaoze’s number.
"Rong Shaoze, where are you right now?" she asked as soon as he answered.