Luna Sutton was surprised. Did the ice-faced guy actually volunteer to dance? And in this manner—has the sun risen in the west?
There was no time to respond.
Corbin Crowley had already stridden over, his silver eyes narrowing, his tone carrying a hint of danger, "If you're dancing, it's with me first."
With those words, he suddenly grabbed her wrist and tugged her into the crowded, lively throng.
Dominant and decisive, without any hesitation.
Swept into the chaotic scene by Corbin Crowley, surrounded by passionate Beastmen and females, she was completely dazed.
Before she could react, Corbin already had an arm around her waist, dragging her into the rhythm.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
Luna Sutton frowned, trying to break free, but Corbin's arm was like a clamp, impossible to escape.
"Dancing."
Corbin maintained a stern face, silver eyes briefly flashing with undeniable dominance, "Didn't you say you wanted to dance? Then dance with me first."
Luna Sutton: "..."
