She hadn't noticed it before, but for some reason, in the past two months, whenever she faced Mo Qiqi, Ye Weiya always felt a sense of frustration, as if she were completely under Mo Qiqi's control and unable to resist.
After casually picking up a couple of topics and exchanging a few more words, Ye Weiya received a text message on her phone. She glanced down at it, then looked up at the tall man beside her.
"I have something to do, you guys talk."
The clubhouse was lit with colorful lights, but the light was somewhat dim, and the whole place seemed to be shrouded in a thin mist.
It has a rather poetic feel to it.
Rong Shang narrowed her eyes and followed Ye Weiya's figure, only to see her walk through the crowd directly towards the elevator.
He took a small step back with his foot.
Rong Shang was about to follow.
result……
May I invite you to dance?
The man extended his long, slender, fair hand, making an inviting gesture.
Hearing his noticeably lowered voice, Rong Shang slightly raised her lips, but her tone was very cold, "Sorry, no."
"You're not..."
"What is it?" Rong Shang tried to meet his gaze, but the man lowered his eyes, deliberately avoiding eye contact with her.
"Sir, have we met before?"
The man shook his head. "No."
Trying to play mysterious? Rong Shang smiled coldly.
"Really? But you look kind of familiar to me."
look familiar?
Her entire face was covered by a mask, so how did she come to think she looked familiar?
The man pursed his lips, trying to appear calm, but for some reason, the familiar fragrance emanating from her made his heart pound.
"You must have mistaken me for someone else." His outstretched hand was still in mid-air, showing no sign of retracting. "May I invite you to dance?"
He had already invited her twice. Rong Shang lowered her eyes and glanced at him. Finally, she parted her red lips slightly and said in a cold tone, "I'm sorry."
"Why?" He seemed somewhat surprised.
Rong Shang gave him a cold look from head to toe before saying, "Unfortunately, you happen to be the type of person I hate the most."
"..."
Turning to the side, Rong Chang prepared to leave.
The man's voice came again, "Can I pursue you?"
Can we forget the past and start over?
Rong Shang didn't know if most people were like this.
When you have something, you don't cherish it; when you lose it, you stare longingly and search for it again.
This is truly a slap in the face to his once high and mighty past.
With a sneer, Rong Shang turned her head and looked over, her sharp gaze fixed on the face behind his mask. "Xiao Ce, is this interesting?"
Do you think this is interesting?
Her sarcastic tone made Xiao Ce freeze.
Did she find out?
She already figured it out?
He couldn't tell if he was nervous or excited, but at this moment he had to admit that he was moved by what Ye Weiya had said to him that day.
He even hoped that a little over a month or two wouldn't be enough to completely erase Mo Qiqi's past deep affection for him.
So he bravely took the first step, hoping she would turn back.
"Qiqi, I..."
Nervous, Xiao Ce clenched his fist and took a small step forward. "I apologize for what happened in the past."
"Actually, what you did back then was too extreme. I was a little scared, so I—"
"If you can, then continue to hate him." Ignoring what he said, Rong Shang interrupted him directly.
Xiao Ce was stunned for a moment. He hesitated, yet was extremely anxious, "Seven—"
He wasn't even allowed to utter a complete name; Rong Shang simply strode towards the crowd.
In an instant, Xiao Ce's expression changed.
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