It was the night of the annual dance held in the Xianzhou as Yingxing's cheeks reddened faintly, his hands awkwardly placed on your waist.

"I'm not blushing" he grumbled as a response to your teasing, his pulse starting to quicken the longer he was in your proximity.

To be fair, it wasn't his fault that he was so uncharacteristically flustered...you were just so mesmerizing...And it drove him insane, his stoic expression faltering under your beautiful smile.

His familiar scent engulfed you as he tugged you closer, the light tremors of his fingers becoming more evident as he swayed you to the sweet sound of violins.