On a rainy night, the school beauty knocked on my door and asked for shelter

Not long after entering the venue, Chen Xi pulled her grandparents and the eager Zhou Hao, Huang Mao, and Zhao Yueyue to the edge of the dance floor.

Grandpa and Grandma initially said they would just sit and watch, but after Chen Xi encouraged them with "Don't be a third wheel for the young people, let's stretch our muscles too!" and with their own curiosity about new things, they followed Chen Xi with smiles and tried to sway their bodies slightly awkwardly but happily at the edge of the dance floor.

Despite their advanced age, the two elderly people's disco dancing has a unique charm.

It attracted the attention of many young people in the neighborhood, and some even started to imitate it.

Compared to the two elderly people, Huang Mao and his group of young people seemed a bit lost on the dance floor.

Huang Mao initially stood there like a pillar, his hands and feet stiff, his face full of embarrassment and discomfort.

But when Zhao Yueyue, who was next to him, was infected by the strong rhythm and the enthusiastic atmosphere around her, she began to try to move her body clumsily, like a little penguin learning to walk. Her somewhat comical yet earnest appearance instantly made Huang Mao laugh.

He couldn't help but laugh out loud. He pointed at Zhao Yueyue and teased her, "You're jumping like a bear," but it turned out that his own wriggling was actually more comical than Zhao Yueyue's.

"Pfft! You're the one who's really criticizing me? You're the one who's the real bear rubbing against the tree!" Zhao Yueyue laughed so hard she bent over.

The two pointed at each other and laughed so hard they were doubled over in the flickering, hazy light.

The two men's unrestrained mockery did not distance them from each other; on the contrary, it seemed to pierce an invisible barrier.

Amidst the laughter, the two of them unknowingly grew closer together.

After teasing each other for a while, the two relaxed and stopped trying to perfect their movements. Instead, they swayed to the rhythm in a more natural and personal way, finding their own relaxed and enjoyable rhythm in the noisy music.

Chen Mo put his arm around Su Yuqing's waist and didn't leave the stage immediately. Instead, he led her to sit in a booth and let her get used to the deafening atmosphere.

Gradually, the initial shock subsided.

Su Yuqing began to look around curiously.

Dazzling laser beams cut through the billowing smoke, and figures swayed, jumped, and twirled in the dance floor, lost in the rhythm. Each person's face was filled with a sense of release and immersion in the joy.

The air was filled with the unique scent of the night, a mixture of alcohol, perfume, and sweat.

This bizarre and fantastical scene possesses a primal vitality and allure.

She was captivated by the intense rhythm.

The powerful drumbeats seemed to strike directly at the heart, awakening a dormant sense of rhythm deep within the body.

She leaned against Chen Mo's chest, her body beginning to sway involuntarily and very slightly to the rhythm, first her toes lightly touching the ground, then her shoulders swaying slightly.

The excitement of being drawn to a new world danced in her bright eyes, and a charming blush, a mixture of curiosity and wonder, gradually spread across her fair cheeks.

Watching the girl in his arms go from initial confusion and nervousness to curious glances, and then to being infected by the intense rhythm, her body swaying gently involuntarily, and her face gradually showing a blush of excitement as she was attracted to the new world, Chen Mo felt that now was the time.

"Want to give it a try?" Sensing the subtle changes in her body and the eagerness in her eyes, Chen Mo immediately lowered his head and asked.

The warm breath, carrying a deep voice, clearly reached Su Yuqing's sensitive ears, drowning out the surrounding noise.

Su Yuqing looked up at him upon hearing the sound. A hazy, ever-changing beam of colored light swept across, casting a silhouette of light and shadow on his deep-set eyes and high nose. His eyes, however, were like a calm, deep sea, intently reflecting her image in the shimmering light.

Su Yuqing took a deep breath, as if drawing courage, before nodding and a bright smile blooming on her face, like a rose quietly blooming in the night.

"Okay, I'll go with you." Chen Mo smiled gently, his large hand steadily enveloping her slightly cool hand.

Instead of rushing into the center of the dance floor, he protected her and slowly walked to the edge of the dance floor next to the bustling crowd, letting her get used to it first.

He used his body to shield her from the excessive crowding, his arms always loosely encircling her side, forming a protective circle.

At first, Su Yuqing's movements were noticeably awkward and restrained.

She simply followed Chen Mo, imitating his most basic steps—shifting her weight slightly left and right to the beat of the drum, her body swaying gently.

Her arms hung stiffly at her sides, and her eyes would occasionally glance at the dancing people around her, as if she were comparing and learning from them.

“Don’t worry about others,” Chen Mo’s voice rang in her ears again, with an encouraging smile. “Follow the music, follow your own feelings. Move however you want, there’s no right or wrong, this is a nightclub, not some dance competition.”

He released her hand and demonstrated by swaying his body more vigorously and relaxedly to the rhythm. His shoulders, arms, waist, and hips naturally blended into the movement, making the motion fluid and infectious, with a free and easy charm.

Looking at Chen Mo in front of her, seeing the pure enjoyment and relaxation in his eyes, Su Yuqing's tension was gradually replaced by curiosity and a desire to try.

She tried closing her eyes, blocking out the distracting visual information around her, and focusing only on the vibrations of the floor beneath her feet, feeling the powerful, heart-pounding drumbeats striking her eardrums and chest.

Boom...boom...boom...

She slowly found the rhythm.

She opened her eyes and began to try. First, her shoulders swayed slightly in rhythm, then her arms, as if parting invisible streams, slowly rose, tracing clumsy but shapely arcs in time with the beat.

She also tried to twist her waist slightly, though the movement was small, it was an attempt to break through her own limitations.

Her long hair swayed gently with her movements, brushing against her flushed cheeks.

Chen Mo watched her with a smile, his eyes full of appreciation and encouragement.

He no longer deliberately guided the movements, but instead moved naturally around her, tacitly matching her rhythm.

When a more rhythmic and catchy tune started playing, Chen Mo reached out his hand to her.

Su Yuqing looked at his hand, then at his smiling eyes, and mustered up her courage to place her hand on his.

Chen Mo gently pulled her closer, and he began to lead her in some simple interactions.

He held her hand and guided her to spin to the rhythm, his movements gentle and fluid.

At the climax of the music, he released his hand, and the two faced each other. To the rousing drumbeats, they moved freely, their arms tracing spontaneous paths in the air, their eyes meeting in the air, conveying a silent understanding and a smile. (End of Chapter)