"The Prince dreams, but the Goddess Shen is indifferent."
"Third Sister," Louis Cox said without turning his head, "at least show some kindness with your words."
"What kind of talk is that?" Ivy Cox kicked him lightly, thoughtfully, "It’s just a dance, but your expression is like a wife cheating. Isn’t that a bit exaggerated?"
"Nope," Ivy laughed, "but don’t worry, she doesn’t have feelings for that Second Young Master Ward."
His sister’s words were always prophetic since childhood. Hearing this, Louis Cox suddenly felt cheerful.
"It’s true," Ivy nodded seriously, "just like with you, no feelings at all."
"..." Louis was stumped, then turned and said, "Could you please leave? Go wherever it’s cool, from now on, not a word more."
"Are you sure?" Ivy tilted her head and smiled, "Won’t you beg your sister for a couple of tips?"
"I..." Louis lowered his eyes to observe her for a moment, "Fine, go ahead."
Ivy stuffed the little girl biting a lollipop into his arms, glanced in Mia Ginger’s direction, and tapped her delicate chin with slender fingers, speaking slowly: "The young lady seems alert, surely with sensitive thoughts. Your simple and crude approach won’t work."
"Ahem!" Louis was displeased, "How am I simple and crude!"
"..." Ivy bent her fingers and said, "Isn’t that your usual method?"
"..." Louis was left speechless.
"Uncle, eat the candy." The little girl tapped the lollipop against his lips.
Feeling annoyed, Louis tilted his head to take it and carried her to the couch, saying as he walked: "Alright, you really are my sister, so what do you suggest?"
"Boil the frog in warm water."
"It’s a famous scientific experiment, put a frog in a pot..."
"Can you focus on the important part?" Louis sat on the couch holding the little girl, taking the candy and putting it back in her mouth, raising an eyebrow.
Ivy, legs together, sat slanted on the couch, speaking unhurriedly, "It’s obvious that Mia Ginger doesn’t buy into forceful captures. Overly impulsive affections won’t give her a sense of security, and she naturally won’t agree. On the contrary, a gradual approach is better, creating a warm and safe romantic atmosphere and environment for her, letting her slowly accept your affection, understand the principle of getting used, got it? That’s what suits her."
"It’s your first time meeting her!"
"That’s the intuitive impression she gave me." Ivy smiled.
Louis was silent for a moment, then suddenly said: "I don’t have that much time, she already has someone in her heart."
"Eh?" Ivy was taken aback.
Louis handed the little girl back into her arms, squinting towards the light where Mia Ginger was.
She was in a white dress, twirling gracefully like a dancing white butterfly, led by Caiden Ward.
Mia Ginger felt a bit dizzy.
As she turned, she suddenly saw Zuri Ginger not far away.
Zuri Ginger was dancing with Edward Davis, but her gaze was tightly locked on Mia, full of hostility and scrutiny.
There seemed to be some barely contained anticipation.
That gaze was all too familiar, a kind of assured confidence as though she would see Mia embarrassing herself any moment, feeling victorious.
Mia suddenly felt a bit irritated, her face felt hot. She slightly tilted her head, rubbing her cheek against her shoulder.
"What’s wrong?" Caiden Ward looked down at her, "Uncomfortable? Your cheeks are so red?"