"P-Pretty?" Taken aback, Jia didn't know how to respond to his gesture of a sudden compliment.
"Thanks…"
For a strange reason, her voice had dropped to a whisper, peering into his deep, black eyes.
Is he taller than usual?
Wait, what kind of an idiot conclusion is that? People's heights don't suddenly change…
But it didn't seem to give the illusion that she looked smaller before him. A click then echoed and a third song track began playing - a softer, slow-paced song this time.
She then coughed. "I am the only one dancing. Don't…you want to dance too?"
The tilt to his head and his gaze strangely fixed at hers brought a flutter to her lashes and a tinge of dryness to her throat. She forgot all about it though when he moved closer, his arm sliding across her waist to its back. Her eyes stretched wide upon finding her left hand interlocked in his.
"...This wasn't the kind of dance I wasn't referring to," her eyes slightly squinted.
