As Yiyi chanically stretched out her hand, Zhou Ziang followed suit, bowing extrely gentlemanly, and softly asked, "May I have the honor of inviting this beautiful lady to dance?"
The silky smooth waltz lody ushered in the welco ceremony.
Whether it was the brand new foreign experience or the overly gentle eyes across from her, Xiao Xian felt as if she was imrsed in warm water in winter, her whole body was warm, her hand was held in his, taking unfamiliar and completely unknown dance steps, elegantly dancing in the grand hall.
"I can’t dance," Xiao Xian slowly reacted after entering the dance floor.
"I’ll tell you a secret, I can’t either," two people who couldn’t dance, yet entered the dance floor so early?
"You’re joking, haven’t you been studying at Cornell University all these years, participated in such occasions even once?" Xiao Xian had already noticed that most of the exchange students from the East were awkward in their movents, appearing sowhat clumsy. Wang Shuai couldn’t escape this, his dance steps were more like marching. Western exchange students, however, were much more skillful, knowing several different dance steps.
It’s just one dance, yet it revealed different cultural backgrounds and the differences between East and West.
"I’m a typical hobody, during my studies, I mostly stayed around the teaching building, research lab, and library. Such dance parties, I’ve only attended them ceremonially at the welco party and graduation ceremonies, mostly just watching," Zhou Ziang showed a bit of embarrassnt.
To Xiao Xian, these few hints of awkwardness were a brand new understanding. Is there sothing Zhou Ziang doesn’t know?
She had known Zhou Ziang for several years, although they were apart at tis, they had never officially been together. But each reunion, Xiao Xian’s understanding of him grew a little, and those little new insights pieced together a complete picture of Zhou Ziang.
They first t in Guizhou, just strangers who passed by on the street, the only connection was the corn stall set up on the street. He saw a thief and intervened to help. He was a person with a sense of justice, that was Xiao Xian’s initial impression of him.
Still in Guizhou, at the hospital, he and his parents left a very important hospitalization fee and ginseng for the Zhu Family grandfather and grandson at the ti. He was a generous person.
They t for the second ti at the "Knei Cup" basketball ga, that ti they were opponents, and when her spiritual power was out of control, he caught her with his body.
How many tis has it been, Xiao Xian almost couldn’t rember, those images of Zhou Ziang saving her overlapped, but it couldn’t compare to the vivid and embarrassed big boy in front of her admitting that he doesn’t know how to dance.
The earlier displeasure brought by Aisha slowly settled down, Xiao Xian glanced at Aisha and her dance partner who occasionally passed by them.
Aisha was a smart person, though Zhou Ziang slipped away, she quickly adjusted her emotions, coaxing that Australian male student with great proficiency, and she unexpectedly found that this seemingly ordinary Australian male student was actually a typical party guy, proficient in various dances.
Entering the dance floor with him, both put in all their effort, quickly becoming the focus of the room.
"We can’t lose too much face, let’s stand up for our people," Xiao Xian unexpectedly wrapped her hands around Zhou Ziang’s neck, whispering sothing softly by his ear.
That gentle voice like a singing oriole seed like a feather, causing Zhou Ziang’s ear to itch, the peculiar feeling spreading from the ear to his heart.
The pink little dress turned into a circle on the dance floor, Zhou Ziang understood, his feet coordinating with Xiao Xian, their dance steps weren’t really dance steps, but extrely light. The pink was a butterfly, the silver-gray was the breeze chasing the butterfly.
lodious laughter, hearty male voices, brushed past everyone’s ears.
Xiao Xian’s feet followed the steps of the Cloud Ascension Technique, a set of steps every disciple entering the Yunteng Sect must be thoroughly familiar with.
The Cloud Ascension Technique’s steps, when used by a woman, are like a fluttering butterfly; when used by a man, as surprising as a wandering swan; when used together by both, Xiao Xian wasn’t worried that Zhou Ziang couldn’t keep up, she believed that with Zhou Ziang’s intelligence, he would surely understand her aning.
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