This sentence restored Si Mo's ability to move.
He seemed to feel that Mu Qingge was merely commemorating something through this unique dance.
Commemorating what?
He didn't know. But, regardless of what it was, he was by her side.
Nodding slightly, Si Mo wrapped his arms around Mu Qingge's shoulders again and continued to dance.
This time, Mu Qingge's movements were bolder, as if each dance step carried endless allure and temptation. If it weren't for her clear gaze, Si Mo might have unknowingly fallen into a trap, deeply ensnared.
Under Mu Qingge's lead, Si Mo also immersed himself in the dance, gradually achieving a tacit harmony. It seemed that he already knew in advance how to continue each of her movements.
Their focused infatuation, however, made the two watching in secret feel their cheeks flush with heat, their mouths dry and tongues parched.
