He saw the little fox's mouth move, as if to say "thank you" to him, but the music in the venue was too loud and he couldn't hear anything clearly.

He nodded and was about to leave when the little fox grabbed his sleeve and held out one of his hands.

Song Shaoyan understood that she was inviting him to dance.

For some reason, when he looked into the little fox's watery eyes, he somehow didn't refuse and the corners of his lips curled up.

It's quite interesting. He has a pair of clear and innocent big eyes, but he chose a cunning little fox mask.

Seeing that he was staring at her without moving, she thought she was rejected. Just as she was about to leave, Song Shaoyan held her hand.

There was not much space left for them to dance, but Song Shaoyan unexpectedly discovered that this little fox danced pretty well, as if he had received professional training.

She is not as tall as him, and she doesn't seem to like talking much, so she doesn't talk.

The only good thing about masquerade is that no one can recognize anyone while wearing a mask, which avoids a lot of embarrassment and shyness.

There was still some running-in at the beginning, but after more than ten seconds the two reached a state of high degree of cooperation, coordination and consistency, as if they had been partners for many years.

There were so many people on the stage that bumps and bumps were inevitable. Every time the little fox was about to be hit by someone, he would pull her closer to him to prevent her from being hit by someone.

Halfway through the dance, Song Shaoyan's cell phone in his pants pocket kept vibrating.

He knew it was his friends who urged him to go to the game.

But he still finished the dance. As soon as he finished dancing, he let go of the little fox's hand, slightly raised his lips, and made a "sorry" gesture.

As he walked towards the door, he threw down his mask and answered the ringing phone.

Since that day, he actually dreamed of the little fox several times at night, dreaming that she took off her mask, but every time he woke up from the dream just when he was about to see her face.

He has never had such a dream.

Later, as he was busy with his studies, and he was already taking over some of the work of the Song Group, the incident at the dance was gradually hidden in his heart.

Until one day, my roommate walked in from the door with a smile: "Shao Yan, there is a girl downstairs looking for you."

"No." He had seen this kind of scene too many times.

"No, they are not chasing you. They say they have something to give back to you."

He then stopped what he was doing, frowned, and went downstairs.

The girl downstairs is none other than Gu Huiyin.

Back then, Gu Huiyin also had long black hair. He was eighteen or nineteen years old, pure and delicate. Standing downstairs in the boys' dormitory, he naturally felt a little nervous and wrung his hands uneasily.

"We know each other?" he said bluntly.

He had never seen any kind of beautiful woman. To be honest, when he first saw Gu Huiyin, he didn't have much impression, and he didn't care much about the woman's appearance.

"I-I'll give you something back." She was probably very nervous, her eyes flashing with watery traces.

"What?" He frowned. Did he lose something?

The girl pulled out a black mask from her backpack. Probably because she moved too much, she also pulled out her little golden fox mask and dropped it on the ground.

Song Shaoyan's breath was suffocated.

He stared closely at the girl in front of him, feeling strange in his heart.
Chapter completed!