61 Gala (3)

When Yan Mei came back from the washroom, Lei Zhao was nowhere to be found. She scanned the room but she couldn't find him. A line etched between her brows. Just then someone tapped at her shoulders.

"M'lady, would you give me the honor of dancing with you?" 

Lei Zhao bowed and held out his hand out like a gentleman smirking when she looked at him in surprise.

The shock quickly dispersed and Yan Mei chuckled. Nodding, she slipped her hands unto his. They made their way to the huge dance floor in the middle of the ballroom.

People made room for them, as they walked towards the middle of the dance floor. Lei Zhao pulled her closer, her body molding into his as if they were made for each other as he placed his hands on her waist. Yan Mei smiled and wrapped her hands around his neck.

Uncontrollable feelings surged through Yan Mei's body as she looked up into his eyes and their gazes locked—looking lovely in each other's eyes.