When Gu Nuan encountered his unique gaze, she was about to lower her head to avoid it, but he grasped her hand and lifted a corner of his lips, "You want to applaud, which means I played well, right?"
"A tip, is it?" Gu Nuan thought about how much money she had in her pocket. He was very wealthy and truly did not care about her money.
Thus, after he handed the violin to someone else, he pulled her up abruptly.
Gu Nuan gasped softly, wondering what he intended to do.
He held her waist with both hands, his mouth close to her ear, "Hold onto my shoulders."
The violinist beside them started playing a slow dance tune.
Gu Nuan bowed her head, staring intensely at the tips of her shoes, "I can't dance—"
"It's okay, I'll lead you. This isn't a public venue, I simply want to dance with my wife," he said, beginning to guide her steps forward.
