Luna was visibly surprised—this ice block face actually took the initiative to ask her to dance? And with that attitude? Did the sun rise in the west today?
She hadn't even had a chance to respond.
Corbin was already striding over, his silver eyes narrowing, his tone carrying a hint of danger, "If anyone's dancing with her, it's me first."
As soon as the words left his mouth, he yanked her wrist and pulled her right into the crowded, bustling throng of dancers.
Domineering as hell, all done in one go, not the slightest bit sloppy.
Suddenly being dragged into the dance floor by Corbin, surrounded by a sea of wild beastmen and frenzied females, she was completely dumbfounded.
Before she could even react, Corbin's arm snaked tightly around her waist, forcing her into the rhythm.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
Luna frowned, trying to pull away, but Corbin's arm was like a vise—there was no getting out.
"Dancing."
