Ren Yuanhao gently patted her back, calming her emotions before stepping into the flashing spotlight.
Zhou Lin was repulsed by such a place, her grip tightening on Ren Yuanhao's hand, a sense of nervousness evident.
“Are you alright?” Ren Yuanhao had to speak close to her ear for her to hear him.
Zhou Lin nodded silently and followed Ren Yuanhao to a horizontal sofa, where they sat down.
As the song ended, the melody abruptly shifted, rising in pitch and clarity, transitioning into a Western waltz.
The spectral figures retreated, and a woman clad in a black phoenix feather evening gown appeared from the aisle, tracing an elegant arc. She spun, she leaped, her figure lithe and her curves graceful. Her excellent coordination and the ebb and flow of her movements showcased her deep dance foundation.
The light was dazzling, blindingly so. The woman’s feet seemed to glide on ice blades, suddenly tracing arcs on the floor. Her demeanor was so exceptional that no one dared to step forward and join her.
“If only I could dance like that~”
Zhou Lin cradled her face in her hands. Even with the mask, Ren Yuanhao could see a longing in her eyes.
“Beep, system detects employer’s emotional change, activating Lead Dancer mode, duration: two hours.”
Ren Yuanhao’s lips curved upwards. He rose with utmost绅士 style, extending his hand to Zhou Lin with an elegant gesture, “Miss Zhou, would you do me the honor of dancing with me?”
“I… I can’t.”
“With me here, you can do anything.”
A convincing glimmer shone in Ren Yuanhao’s eyes, like the first ray of sunlight piercing through the morning mist.
And that represented hope.
“Alright, the performance begins. You just need to hold my hand tightly, and I will do my best to lead you.”
Touched by his gaze, Zhou Lin nodded obediently, placing her right hand into Ren Yuanhao’s. She lifted her chin and chest, rising from her seat. The lights flickered, emitting a flowing emerald glow, her presence exuding a queenly aura!
Like a moth drawn to a blazing flame, Zhou Lin rushed forward without hesitation. As the waltz continued, they entered the swirling circle of dancers with a perfect, butterfly-wing-like posture.
The light was sharp and dazzling. The French master’s creation, the dress Zhou Lin wore, became even brighter. The emerald light rippled like waves. Guided by Ren Yuanhao, her dance steps were light yet elegant, as ethereal as a sprite.
This pair of perfect companions immediately outshone the black phoenix feather girl. They moved fluidly and freely, carving one arc after another on the dance floor. The audience applauded, yet dared not join in, fearing they might be harmed by their radiance.
The woman danced alone for a while, feeling increasingly bored. Just as she was about to leave the dance floor, a yellow-clad maiden entered the fray. This person continuously weaved between Ren Yuanhao and Zhou Lin. Although her dance steps were light, she gave off the impression of a fly buzzing into a flower patch.
A murmur swept through the crowd, but this also provided an opportunity for more dancers to join.
The waltz’s crescendo slowly subsided, and the dance steps became more relaxed. The dancers gathered around Ren Yuanhao and Zhou Lin like stars surrounding the moon. As the song and dance concluded, thunderous applause filled the hall, ceaseless.
“See, you danced wonderfully.”
Ren Yuanhao led Zhou Lin back to their seats. A moment later, a wild DJ track began.
“It’s all because you led so well. That feeling was amazing, like I was revolving around you,” Zhou Lin said, her mood quite cheerful, her voice slightly higher.
“Mm, good rainbow fart, you’ll get a lollipop as a reward when we get back…”
Just as Ren Yuanhao finished speaking, the girl in the black feather evening gown slowly walked up to him. She then elegantly assumed a pose, inviting him to dance.
“Young master’s dancing is something I greatly admire. I’ve come to invite you. Would you do me the honor?”
— Holy crap, this voice sounds a bit familiar?
Ren Yuanhao muttered to himself, while Zhou Lin leaned close to his ear and said, “Go ahead, I could use a break anyway.”
“Aren’t you jealous?”
“You’re not my real boyfriend, why would I be jealous?”
Ren Yuanhao patted her hand dotingly before stepping into the dance floor with the black feather evening gown girl.
Perhaps the DJ was still stunned by the previous waltz, as he launched into a sultry tango.
Zhou Lin watched blankly from her seat as Ren Yuanhao danced with the woman, feeling as if she were in a dream. Her heroic figure emerged from her dreams, only to dissipate into mist and smoke upon waking.
The thought of this caused a pang in her seemingly closed heart, making her oblivious to the white-clad youth who slowly approached her.
The white-clad youth called out “girl” a couple of times before Zhou Lin finally reacted.
“Your dancing is agile and graceful. Do I have the fortune to invite you for a dance?”
Even if this person had turned to ash, she would have recognized him. Who else could it be but Chen Hao?
Zhou Lin froze on the spot, instinctively looking at the empty seat beside her. It was only then she realized that despite her stubborn words, she had already come to regard Ren Yuanhao as her sole reliance.
She reacted in a very short time, without speaking, merely shaking her head slightly.
Ren Yuanhao, who was dancing with the black feather girl, suddenly heard a cold system voice in his mind: “Employer’s psyche severely shaken, please return immediately.”
— I’ve only been gone a moment, and something’s happened?
As Ren Yuanhao was about to leave, he saw that the area around Zhou Lin had already been surrounded by several people!
He quickly moved through the crowd. The moment his gaze fell upon Zhou Lin, he saw the yellow-clad woman push away Chen Hao, who had invited Zhou Lin to dance. She instantly removed her mask.
“Yan Ling! Why is it you?”