Ye Xi found herself dancing gracefully with Lu Lingxiao, completely out of control.
Lu Lingxiao was very gentlemanly; his hand, placed over the tear on the back of her dress, didn't move an inch and covered the rip completely.
His other hand was also interlocked with Ye Xi's, and together, they danced to the rhythm of the music, exuding the elegance of high society.
During this time, Ye Xi kept her gaze fixed on his eyes.
Lu Lingxiao's eyes were different from the typical broadness of Asians, having more of the depth of Westerners.
His night-black pupils seemed bottomless, as if they could suck someone in.
In her ear, Lu Lingxiao said, "It seems your dress has been cut by something sharp; the slit is very clean. Is someone giving you a hard time here?"
Ye Xi was stunned by Lu Lingxiao's perceptiveness, and a touch of grievance also welled up in her heart.
Her long eyelashes trembled slightly.