Continuation 35: Dance in the Palm

After Bai Hui finished dancing for her classmates, she carried the equipment and followed behind Liu Chang'an, slightly out of breath. It was not that she was exhausted; dancing itself simply took a fair bit of energy.

After they had walked for a while, Liu Chang'an turned around and saw Bai Hui looking at him pitifully, walking forward with her heels bobbing up and down as though she were struggling terribly. He casually took the equipment bag from her.

"Thanks." Bai Hui jogged to catch up, and then she could walk beside him.

Liu Chang'an turned to look at her. Bai Hui was not tall. Like Zhu Juntang, whenever she stated her height, she insisted on emphasizing that her greatest height, measured right after getting up in the morning, was one meter sixty-five.

Still, the proportions of her body were well-balanced, and with the visual boost from her heels and insoles, plenty of males were willing to see her as the image of the perfect mate they might encounter only once in a lifetime.

Her waist was slender, like reeds swaying beside a field ridge. A light poke with a finger would make it spring back and sway a few times. Watching her dance just now, her light, supple waist had reminded Liu Chang'an of certain famous scenes from history. He really had made people dance in the palm of his hand.

And there really were people who could dance out all the grace and charm of the world upon that tiny palm.

Compared with those dancers, Bai Hui's figure was not the sort of perfect build that could easily shift its center of gravity through rises and falls without losing balance.

Next to Liu Chang'an's rice noodle shop was a bun shop selling baskets of xiaolongbao for twenty yuan,