Chapter 36: No Need to Force It

  Maintaining a gentle smile on his face, Mo Xiangchen turned around to look at his sister and asked with great kindness: "Don't you want to dance with your brother?" Mo Xiawen's heart was screaming in frustration as she listened. She wasn't the one who refused him, so why was he putting pressure on her?! Wasn't she an innocent victim?!

  He smiled dryly and didn't dare say any more nonsense. Following Mo Xiangchen's lead, he stepped into the dance pool.

  However, Bei Gong Rou Ning's surroundings did not calm down due to Mo Xiang Wan and her brother's departure. On the contrary, because of Mo Xiang Wan's commotion, more people's attention was drawn to Bei Gong Rou Ning.

  Even if she's plain-looking, even if she's eating coarsely there, it's just that one can't help but keep looking at her.

  "May I have this dance, miss?"

  "Beautiful lady, may I have the pleasure of dancing with you?"

  "Miss..."

  Several young men walked up to Beigong Ruocheng and simultaneously extended their hands in invitation.

  Turning around, Beigong Ruocheng smiled cleverly and her eyes swept across the faces of several young men before slowly raising her hand to place it on one of them.

  A large hand reached in, halfway through, and cut off Beiyuan Ruocheng's small hand, grasping it tightly, and directly pulled her into the dance pool, leaving several young men looking at each other in dismay. The young man who was originally full of pride now also had a disappointed face.

  However, they quickly dispersed, after all, the young man who took away Beigong Ruocheng was not someone they could afford to mess with.

  He stopped in his tracks, turned around to face Beiyuan Ruocheng, and their eyes met. The music playing by his ear, the dancing couples surrounding them, and the warmth transmitted from her palm all told him that everything was not an illusion.

  He just lost his temper.

  Watching Mo Chenfeng invite Beigong Ruoxing, and then several people surrounding her to chat, he became furious.

  It wasn't until he had dragged the person into the dance pool that Leng Qingchen realized his rash actions.

  "No need to force it." Gently brushing off his hand, Beigong Ruocheng noticed Leng Qingchen's slightly furrowed brow, lowered her eyes, and covered up her own loss, turning around to leave.

  But before he could take two steps, his hand was caught again by Qing Lianyin.

  A slight effort would pull Beigong Ruocheng back and bump into his own arms.