"Not going into the dance floor?"
Zheng Qing looked at the witch's jade hands stretched out in front of him, slightly dumbfounded, not knowing whether to directly hold them and start dancing, or to hold them and wait to start dancing once they entered the floor.
"No."
Jiang Yu raised her chin slightly, with a proud look: "Dancing is about expressing emotions, a very free thing. Alpha always prides himself on 'freedom', yet he sets so many rules for this, making it not free at all."
As she spoke, she glanced at her still empty hands.
The young wizard quickly placed his hands on the witch's palms.
"Move up!"
The witch slightly frowned, gesturing for the warlock to move his hands from her palm to her arm: "...Didn't you dance pretty well in the dance floor just now?"
"I don't know."
Zheng Qing mumbled, clumsily following the witch's rhythm to advance and retreat, occasionally nervously lowering his head to find where his feet were, almost like his first time dancing.
