Xi Youmeng danced in silence. Unlike Ji Lanjun, she did not hum a fitting little tune beneath her breath; she could not manage such things.
Forcing herself to appear as gentle as water was already the limit of what she could do.
Yet beneath those deliberately seductive eyes, a trace of nervousness and panic was impossible to conceal;
Especially whenever she raised her hands and moved, she seemed unable to decide what pose the next motion ought to take. It made her whole body look stiff, as though she were performing a shadow puppet show, with obvious pauses and jerks.
Lacking suitable cloud boots to match the thin gauzy attire she currently wore, Xi Youmeng simply chose to dance barefoot. Her smooth, fair feet stepped upon the brocade spread out beforehand, tracing graceful curves;
This should have been an exceedingly pleasing sight, but under her performance, it instead looked as though she were walking over an uneven pebble road. Her feet seemed pricked and unsteady as she stumbled and swayed crookedly from side to side.
At first, Lu Feng thought Xi Youmeng was feeling awkward and deliberately putting on a terrible performance because she did not wish to dance for him. But when he caught sight of her earnestly twisting her waist, frowning so hard her brows were tightly knit, he could not help realizing that she truly had no talent for this. She was merely trying her utmost to imitate another in the manner of Dongshi copying Xishi.
It was only because she lacked the foundations that her movements were so stiff, like a marionette on strings, every twist appearing exceedingly forced.
Watching Xi Youmeng laboriously raise her hands and bend them into swaying poses as best she could, Lu Feng found the sight oddly familiar. After thinking it