Star Dome Railway: Hand-made strange objects forcibly marry Black Tower

"Hello, hello?"

Lu Huai stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Heita's eyes, but Heita frowned and ignored him.

"You're not really drunk, are you?"

Touching Heita's cheek, the soft face that had always been slightly cool became slightly hot under the gentle contact of Lu Huai's fingertips.

The glimmer of light in Heita's purple eyes flickered. Lu Huai looked at her and sighed helplessly.

Well, it’s really...

You can't touch a drop of alcohol, my dear.

"I'll help you sit over there."

Lu Huai stretched out his hand, but before he could touch Heita's arm, Heita opened it with a wave of his hand.

"I'm fine...leave me alone..."

Heita leaned on the long table, squinting his eyes and mumbling.

You look good like this?

Before Lu Huai could speak, Heita stretched out his hand and pushed the chest of the possessed Lu Huai in front of him.

"Go, dance with your princess, and don't stand in front of me."

The resentment in this sentence could almost resurrect an evil sword immortal.

Lu Huai almost laughed out loud.

Well, you're not happy just because you called her "Princess"?

Looking at Heita, whose cheeks were flushed under the influence of alcohol, Lu Huai turned his head and glanced at the dance floor over there.

"Okay."

Lu Huai's decisive voice made Heita's wandering vision freeze.

She subconsciously raised her head and looked at Lu Huai in confusion.

"you……"

You guy, you really want to...

However, before Heita could say anything, Lu Huai grabbed her hand that was supporting his chest, and then hugged Heita's petite and thin body.

"This is what you asked for, let's go, my little princess."

"Let's go dance."

Lu Huai's sudden move made Heita completely unable to react. It was not until the two of them walked onto the dance floor and the elegant and magnificent tunes of the symphony orchestra floated in their ears that Heita finally came to his senses.

On and off the dance floor, countless eyes were focused on Lu Huai and Heita. It seemed that because of their understanding of this talented young research dean, they could not imagine what she would look like when dancing.

Therefore, Lu Huai's actions attracted the attention of almost everyone in the hall at this moment.

As for Heita, this was the first time that she actually felt a little uneasy in public.

"what are you up to?"

Feeling Lu Huai's hand on his waist, Heita frowned and asked in a low voice.

"Dance, isn't this what you asked for?"

Holding Heita's hand, Lu Huai guided her and put her delicate fingertips on his shoulders.

Meeting Lu Huai's serious gaze, Heita looked at it, but subconsciously looked away.

When did I say that?

If it were normal, Black Tower would definitely retort like this.

However, after a short silence, she just muttered: "I can't dance."

"It doesn't matter, I know how to do it. As long as one person knows how to dance, it will be fine."

As he spoke, Lu Huai's hands tightened around Heita's slender waist, firmly supporting Heita's body, and guiding her to take the most basic dance steps.

Maybe it's because Heita is not used to wearing high heels and is unable to stand firmly, or maybe it's because her head is still a little dizzy after just taking a sip of red wine. This just requires the two of them to advance and retreat in a tacit understanding of five steps. Inside, Black Tower stepped on Lu Huai's feet three times.

Such a simple behavior often went wrong, which made Heita look a little unhappy.

At this moment, there was a burst of faint laughter all around.

The overly excellent Black Tower is like an elusive star to everyone, and it even makes people wonder whether her existence is a huge lie woven by the Creator.

Therefore, the momentary look of embarrassment shown by this genius is simply a solitary piece worthy of being put in a museum for people to admire.

Stepping on Lu Huai's foot again, Heita bit his lip and subconsciously wanted to withdraw the hand held by Lu Huai.

"I won't dance anymore, it's boring."

"Don't be anxious, take your time." Lu Huai did not take the opportunity to tease her. He grabbed Heita's hand tightly and was still teaching her the simplest steps.

Perhaps Lu Huai was indeed a good teacher, or perhaps the genius' ability to adapt and learn was so incredible. When Heita realized that he couldn't break free from Lu Huai's shackles, he began to fall silent and learn the dance steps quietly.

It only takes three to five minutes to master it.

"Are you good at dancing? Do you dance a lot?"

Close to Lu Huai's chest, the faint smell of cologne emanated from Lu Huai's dress. Heita raised his head and looked at Lu Huai.

Lowering his head to meet Heita's gaze, Lu Huai smiled: "No, I only danced once, but the person who danced with me had great skills, and I learned it right away."

There was a glimmer of light in Heita's eyes, and her face suddenly became a little uncertain. After a long silence, she asked softly.

"Who danced with you that time?"

There seemed to be a slight hint of anxiety in his voice. Lu Huai looked at Heita who looked away and chuckled.

"He is my favorite and the person who loves me the most."