She stood by the campfire, taking out the headdress and bells she would use for the folk dance. Her simple beige dress didn't look out of place at all.
The bright moonlight and the campfire blended together, making Lin Qingtong's eyes even more alluring.
She danced slowly to the music, her figure graceful and captivating, the clear sound of her bells particularly soothing in the darkness.
Shen Tinghe sat there staring intently at Lin Qingtong, his eyes shining excessively. He had never seen Lin Qingtong so unique and dazzling before.
Not only Shen Tinghe, but also Huo Xingyu and the other guests were all moved by her dance.
As the song ended, Lin Qingtong stood there with a few beads of sweat on her nose and her eyes sparkling, making a gesture to signal the end.
Shen Tinghe's gaze shifted from dark to bright and relaxed. He had been genuinely frightened, mistakenly believing that Lin Qingtong was going to perform that kind of dance.
When Mr. Duan saw Lin Qingtong dancing, he stood up and applauded.
"Great, really great."
Amidst thunderous applause, Lin Qingtong stood out like a dazzling, bright star.
But He Jiaxin sat there with a distorted expression; she hadn't expected Lin Qingtong to actually be able to dance.
He Jiaxin was resentful and wanted to embarrass Lin Qingtong.
So she stood up and directly challenged him in an unpleasant tone.
"Miss Lin is such a good dancer, why don't you sing a song for us?"
She simply refused to believe that Lin Qingtong, who danced so well, could possibly be bad at singing.
Lin Qingtong glanced at He Jiaxin indifferently, "If I sing a song, what will you do then?"
She understood that He Jiaxin was deliberately provoking her, and Lin Qingtong would not tolerate it again and again.
He Jiaxin put her hands on her hips and announced, "Then I'll call you 'sister,' and also apologize, but I want to specify a song."
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