Just a moment before the two people rushed up to Cha Ci, the dancing girl suddenly withdrew her long arm, and the sword was retracted at once.
Everyone was taken aback.
Before they could regain their composure, the dancing girl's slender waist twisted, and immediately her flowing robe swept across Cha Ci's face with a waft of enchanting fragrance and warm breath.
"Hmph!"
Cha Ci felt a sudden flutter at heart and instinctively wanted to grab, but the soft sleeve like water suddenly slipped past his fingertips, and the next moment, the dancing girl spun around nimbly like a swallow to the center of the hall, turning her back on them, with a slight turn of her face, she covered her mouth with one hand, facing Cha Ci on the main seat with a gentle laugh.
This soft laugh, coquettish, with a hint of playful reproach.
