"Ah?"
Seeing what he did, everyone wore strange expressions.
Even Wan'er staggered and nearly fell. A moment later, baleful intent flashed in her beautiful eyes as she struggled to suppress the anger in her heart. "What do you mean?"
"Sorry, I can't dance!"
Ignoring her fury, Nie Yun focused on tying the white handkerchief around his waist.
"You..."
Wan'er nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.
She had always been confident in her looks and bearing. Over the years, there had been almost no boys capable of resisting her charm, which had fostered her somewhat arrogant personality.
She had thought that by stepping forward, inviting him to dance, and making her intentions clear, he would gladly accept. Now, it seemed she had not only been wrong, but disastrously so.
He had no such intentions at all. He even treated her like air.
"Do you... not know what dancing means?"
Her entire body trembled with rage, yet she could not lose her temper. Wan'er's teeth clenched with an audible grind.
By saying that, she was giving herself a way out. She had just rejected someone with the pride of a princess, only to be slapped in the face in the blink of an eye. Anyone would have found that embarrassing.
"I know. I just don't fancy you..."
Nie Yun understood what she meant, but deliberately refused to give her what she wanted.
"You..."
The three corpse gods leaped within Wan'er, and she nearly fainted. Had she known he would say that, she would not have wasted her breath.
One could imagine that after today, the myth of her being a goddess would completely shatter, and she would become the target of everyone's mockery.
Weren't you arrogant? Didn't you say you fancied no one? It seemed no one fancied you either...
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