A delicate figure falls into his arms.
Wang Yan instinctively reaches out, pulling Beiming Xue into his embrace.
Feeling the warmth and softness of Beiming Xue's body, Wang Yan seems to hold not just a person, but an entire world in his arms.
He wishes he could hold her forever, never letting go.
Everyone present was already captivated by Wang Yan's graceful dance. Seeing Beiming Xue, like a butterfly, fluttering in his hands, stunning the entire audience, every girl watching hoped it was herself in Wang Yan's arms at that moment.
Every man present was also dazzled by Wang Yan's dance steps, especially his incredible strength, with Beiming Xue as light as a feather in his hands. Such dance moves seemed beyond the ability of normal people.
However, there was one person in the crowd whose face was twisted with rage, and that person was Xiahou Que.
Previously, Wang Yan and Beiming Xue holding hands could be excused, after all, holding hands while dancing was understandable.
