The atmosphere at the banquet had been fairly harmonious, until that lilting dance tune began.
To welcome the delegation from the Douluo Continent, Dai Tianling, emperor of the Star Luo Empire, personally stepped onto the floor and invited a female member of the delegation to dance. Yet just as everyone thought this was merely an ordinary social ball, a golden figure walked straight through the crowd and approached Tang Wulin.
"What? Still embarrassed about that 'salute' earlier?"
Dai Yun'er wore a magnificent palace gown, her signature mischievous smile on her face. Her eyes brimmed with the excitement of someone who never minded making a spectacle even bigger.
Tang Wulin had been worrying about where he could hide, and seeing her only made his headache worse. He instinctively took a step back. "N-no... I'm just a little tired."
"Tired? That won't do."
Without giving him any say in the matter, Dai Yun'er grabbed Tang Wulin's sleeve and forcibly dragged him toward the dance floor. "You have to dance with me as compensation. After all, you gave this princess's guards quite a fright earlier."
"I don't..."
Tang Wulin had barely begun to refuse when Dai Yun'er pulled him into the middle of the dance floor.
Every gaze around them immediately converged on them.
Dai Yun'er deftly took Tang Wulin's hand and rested her other hand on his waist, saying with a smile, "Relax. I'm not going to eat you. But if you step on my feet, I won't go easy on you."
Helpless, Tang Wulin could only steel himself and follow her steps.
But how could he possibly know how to perform an aristocratic dance like this?
"Ow!"
Barely two steps into the dance, Tang Wulin planted his foot heavily on Dai Yun'er's instep.
"Sorry, sorry! I really don't know how to