Fan Miaomiao and the other two chatted and laughed, but her gaze kept searching for Ming Zhitian's whereabouts.
As the music started, a young gentleman, about 1.7 meters tall, mistook Fan Miaomiao's searching gaze for one looking for a dance partner. He confidently walked over, flicking his hair.
"Miss, hello, I am the eldest son of the John Group, my name is Wang Liang. Would you do me the honor of dancing a dance?" the young man in a black suit extended his hand.
Blocking Fan Miaomiao's view, he felt a little annoyed and waved him away, "No, thank you."
Yuan Qingmin and Yuan Jiahe couldn't understand. To ease the awkwardness, the young man turned his hand to Yuan Qingmin, "This beautiful young lady, would you grace me with a dance?"
Yuan Qingmin glanced at Fan Miaomiao, seeing that her mind was not on them at all, so she nodded and accepted Wang Liang's invitation.
Soon, another young man arrived and asked Yuan Jiahe to dance as well, leaving a dejected Fan Miaomiao alone.
At this moment, Qingkong Lanxi and Ming Zhitian were dancing. Ming Zhitian had never attended such a banquet and knew nothing about dancing. If Qingkong Lanxi hadn't insisted on dragging him, he wouldn't have bothered.
In less than two minutes, although Qingkong Lanxi had been teaching him how to dance, stepping forward, backward, left, right, forward, backward, turning, left, right.
He still managed to step on Qingkong Lanxi's feet more than twenty times. Qingkong Lanxi couldn't take it anymore; it hurt. With Ming Zhitian's support, she limped to find a seat.
Ming Zhitian apologized, "I'm so sorry, I told you I don't know how."
Qingkong Lanxi glared at him, "It's all your fault, you're a blockhead."
Seeing her pained expression, Ming Zhitian shook his head helplessly and gave her a princess carry, carrying her to a nearby seat under everyone's gaze.
"Put me down quickly, are you crazy, Ming Zhitian!" Qingkong Lanxi whispered, both embarrassed and angry.
Ming Zhitian gently set her down. After Qingkong Lanxi was seated, and looking at the strange glances from everyone around, Ming Zhitian appeared indifferent.
Especially the young gentlemen who fancied Miss Qingkong Lanxi, they wished they could flay Ming Zhitian alive.
Seeing Qingkong Lanxi looking at him with a flushed face, Ming Zhitian scratched his head, "What's wrong?"
Qingkong Lanxi stomped her foot, "Don't think you can be so presumptuous and touch me in front of so many people just because we can chat. I don't like people like that."
Ming Zhitian hadn't considered this at all. He simply thought that Qingkong Lanxi's legs were inconvenient and that she looked tired walking, so he picked her up and carried her to a seat.
He looked at the many eyes still staring at him with ill intent and understood. He had indeed behaved improperly. Unlike back in Tianqiu, where he could be unrestrained...
Even the daughter of the First Commander of Tianqiu, the Sky Commander, he had carried her publicly, yet who dared to utter a word? Who dared to look at him with any strange gaze? They dared not.
On this Earth, he had been here for several days and generally understood that reputation was extremely important to a girl, especially an unmarried one.
Ming Zhitian knelt on one knee and bowed his head, employing the highest etiquette of Tianqiu, resembling a knight kneeling before a queen.
Everyone was stunned, and then started whispering, "What is this kid up to?"
"Learn from him, this might be a master pick-up line..."
Ming Zhitian said, "I am sorry, Lanxi. I apologize for my inappropriate actions just now. Please forgive my rashness."
Qingkong Lanxi was a bit bewildered. After interacting for two hours, Ming Zhitian was only now calling her by name. She was surprised. Seeing the guests still chattering, Qingkong Lanxi felt a little shy.