Just staring blankly at the young man, Nelly·Qiao blinked her eyes, only feeling that this moment was as if time had frozen; her heart was pounding loudly.
At this moment, the young man furrowed his brow slightly, looked at her with cold eyes, and lightly said, "Are you sure you don't want to get up?"
"Hmm?" Nelly·Qiao looked at the young man in confusion.
The young man lazily raised his eyes, his red lips pressed into a line. His originally bent body straightened in an instant, and his hand slightly exerted force on Nelly·Qiao's waist to lift her up. The hand holding her wrist also pulled forcefully, directly pulling Nelly·Qiao up.
It was only then that Nelly·Qiao realized what the young man meant.
It turned out that just now, their posture was like the ending of a waltz, where the gentleman bends down and presses against his partner, his face close to hers, eyes full of emotion, as if about to kiss her.
