Cloudy Capital is located by the water, and with the ample planting of trees at home, there’s a bit of chill in the air at night.
Koa Jackson was wearing a white shirt and black pants, put on leather shoes on purpose, pushed the door open, and went to the room next door, gently knocked on the door.
The door swung open at the sound.
The little girl should have just finished her shower as well, wearing a knee-length thin T-shirt, her hair half-dry and some strands messily sticking to her forehead.
"Change into a dress," Koa Jackson suggested after giving her a once-over, "the white chiffon dress we bought last time, the one with one shoulder."
"Okay." Mia Ginger nodded and went in to change.
Her way of dressing has a bit of a tomboy-ish vibe, she’s quick and nimble, but she eats like a child, picky and fussy with too many issues.
Koa Jackson thought as he walked, finding it somewhat amusing.
The night was falling.
The nearby lights and the dark blue and black sky in the distance merged into one.
After a brief moment of thought, he led Mia Ginger to the basement level.
The audiovisual room.
He turned on the lights, instantly chasing away the darkness, revealing the entire bright and spacious hall. Mia Ginger felt slightly uneasy and raised her hand to shield herself.
"The waltz is listed as the first dance to learn in ballroom dance, its movements focused on rotation, also known as the round dance," Koa Jackson said while playing the music, returned to Mia Ginger, bowed his head, and said, "Come, place your left hand on my right shoulder and give me your right hand."
"Brother Jackson." Mia Ginger looked up at him, her eyes entangled with his, calling softly as if in a dream.
He wore a clean, crisp white shirt, his whole figure bathed in bright warm yellow light, giving her the illusion of being in a dream.
"What’s wrong?" Koa Jackson moved his right hand under her arms, placed it on her back, grasped her delicate and soft hand with his left hand, gazed at her gently and patiently, "Don’t be nervous, just follow me, and you’ll learn quickly."
"Okay." Mia Ginger nodded, pursing her lips.
"The basic steps of the waltz consist of forward or backward, sideways, and bringing the feet together in a three-step rotation. Switch feet once between two rotations, follow me," Koa Jackson’s slightly deep voice whispered by her ear, "Come on, step back with your right foot, turn your body, move your left foot to the right..."
"Left foot forward, right foot sideways," his clear, deep eyes seemed like a pool of blue water, "bring your feet together."
"That’s the original point again, keep repeating endlessly."
"Round dance, huh?" Mia Ginger slightly lowered her head, looking at the tip of her foot that had just stepped back.
Koa Jackson chuckled softly, "First learn these two steps well, then practice the turning steps, don’t rush."
"Hmm, it’s really fun." Mia Ginger said softly.
A hand rested in his palm, so whether moving forward, backward, turning, or looking back, he was always there.
Features soft and harmonious, straight like a tree.
Perhaps it was the light being too bright, she actually felt her eyes getting teary.
The music flowed like ripples in the water.
Mia Ginger followed him, the soft white skirt swaying lightly, unable to tear her gaze away for even a second, her soft fluffy short hair drying slowly, and as Koa Jackson lowered his head, he could smell a faint fragrance.
He tightened his hold on Mia Ginger, his aloof and gentle demeanor exuded an uncommon tenderness.
It seemed like a long time passed, and suddenly Mia Ginger in his embrace staggered.
Koa Jackson quickly stopped and steadied her.
"My calf hurts." Mia Ginger looked up within his embrace, smiling slightly, her delicate eyebrows lightly furrowed, as if acting spoiled.
"It’s over nine o’clock now." Koa Jackson glanced at his watch, "Let’s call it a day."
"Okay." Mia Ginger replied softly.
They left the underground audiovisual room and returned to their rooms.
Mia Ginger took a quick shower and came out, looking at the computer, without a trace of sleepiness.
A corner icon kept flashing in the lower right corner.
She clicked to take a look.
It was a friend from the game.
[How have you been lately?]
[Haven’t seen you online for a long time.]
[Your apprentice contacted me several times, did you guys have a disagreement?]
Mia Ginger stared at the chat box for a while, recalling the events at the Ginger Family in the afternoon, inevitably feeling annoyed, took a deep breath, and typed a reply.
[Everything is fine, no disagreements.]
The chat box soon popped up with a reply.
[Then why did you block me!]
[It’s Little Drunk...]