Bab 118: THE WINNING STREAK

"FINALLY, it's over," Gypsy said, then she plopped to the sofa. She would have removed her shoes already, but Yvo was still there. "Yvo, aren't you tired?"

Yvo looked as refreshing as ever.

It was as if they didn't practice a complicated dance for two hours straight. To be fair, they danced three different routines during those two hours. However, she didn't have the stamina that the young master had.

Hence, she looked ragged while Yvo still looked fresh.

"I'm not tired, Noonim," Yvo said, then he got down on one knee while looking up at her. "But we can take a break since you look exhausted. Should I ask the maids to serve refreshments before we practice for the last dance?"

Huh? Wait, what?

"But we already practiced for the top three dance that nobles of our stature are required to do during a banquet," she said, confused. "What last dance are you talking about?"

"The slow dance."

Slow dance?