Christmas Ball (12)

Miss Su? Was he talking to her?

Su Xiaomo looked over her shoulder and saw He Jiayu standing there. In his white suit, he looked as handsome and elegant as a prince from a fairy tale.

Her tough girl heart was thumping.

"Um… Yes… Yes, of course!" Su Xiaomo was so nervous that she was stammering.

He Jiayu smiled and made an inviting gesture. Su Xiaomo then put her hand in his palm excitedly.

The small hand in his palm was soft and thin. Because of all the drawing she did, she had a thin layer of calluses on her fingers.

Wouldn't be nice if he could hold this hand forever…

He Jiayu's heart skipped a beat. This thought surprised even him.

While those two danced to the music, An Xiaxia dug into the cake with a spoon. Cream was stuck to the corner of her mouth.

"Wow, that's so romantic! Is He Jiayu hitting on Momo now?" An Xiaxia poked Sheng Yize with a finger to share the gossip, thinking he was Kang Jian.