"Not sure about that, I am just enjoying a dance with a beautiful lady," Xiran lightly squeezed her waist and Aselia gulped hard. His hands seemed to be branding her, she could feel the scorching heat through her gown. And yet she didn't feel repulsed by his proximity, instead, she craved it like a life-saving drug.
"You haven't even seen more than half of my face, how do you know I am beautiful? Maybe I have blisters on the hidden part," she cockily asked, maintaining eye contact with him, trying to understand this stranger she knew nothing about. A gentle breezy smile adorned his lips at her words, he had missed her brattish attitude.
"It doesn't matter to me," and he twirled her far and wide, her gown flared like an open flower before elegantly pulling her back and catching her in his steady arms. Xiran tilted her a bit so he could hover over her.
