Lin Han was stunned for a long time.

The other party seemed to be stiff even in his invitation gesture. After extending his hand, it stopped in mid-air, making no other movements and just waiting for his response.

Everyone's gaze did not dare to stay too long, even though some people had begun to enviously guess who the invited person was.

The lights were still dim, but He Yunting's eyes were bright.

He Yunting was worthy of being from the army and was well-trained. Before Lin Han responded, he maintained this posture without moving at all, as if this was an important invitation.

Lin Han still looked at him.

But the problem is...

Lin Han rarely participated in such occasions, and he never dabbled in dancing or anything like that.

He won't.

He Yunting seemed to be very patient. While waiting, as if he was afraid that Lin Han would have concerns, he whispered: "You can wear gloves."

So three seconds later, a pair of still warm hands wearing white gloves touched He Yunting's palm.

"Okay." Lin Han said.

Lin Han thought a lot in a short period of time.

For example, what is the other person thinking about now?

If I don't wear gloves, will I hear different sounds?

Or, if he refuses, will the general lose the sparkle in his eyes like the last time he wanted to shake hands with him in the repair room?

But finally he thought, today is the general's birthday.

Lin Han's life is dull, but he can always remember every birthday with his mother.

He didn't know what He Yunting had gone through along the way, but it was his birthday that he should be happy about.

So he said, OK.

He Yunting's hand suddenly gained a little weight.

Omega's gloved fingers looked almost delicate, even though they were the hands of a mecha master who spent all day in the institute, installed, disassembled and designed various mechas.

But it looked a little small, but He Yunting could hold it firmly with one hand, and his wrist was thin, as if telling the person holding it that its owner should be cared for like this.

He Yunting became cautious for no reason, because if the force was too strong, the other party might be hurt.

Lin Han felt that the man in front of him was breathing a little heavier. Just as he was about to raise his eyes, a pair of hands fell on his waist.

Because Lieutenant Colonel Lu mentioned this tactfully, the general was able to learn some relevant skills in a short period of time, even though Lu Anhe said in despair after seeing his learning results, "I think Mr. Lin should give m2742

Rewrite a program and it will dance better than you."

He Yunting raised his legs as if he were kicking forward, and the movements of his hands were like military drills... In short, they were stiff and unfamiliar.

In the end, He Yunting reluctantly learned a lesson, and Lu Anhe even covered his face and said, "Otherwise, don't think about this. It would be good to invite Mr. Lin to join us."

He Yunting agreed at that time.

But when he waited for a long time until Lin Han appeared, all the preparations he had made were in vain.

Maybe the lights and music were too ambiguous, making him feel that he might regret it if he didn't do it.

He Yunting has always hated regrets.

I hate unknown troubles, I hate being powerless and unavailable.

Lin Han did not break away from his hand, which made He Yunting feel relieved again.

As a result, he heard the omega approach him and said honestly: "But General, I don't know how."

He Yunting's hand on Lin Han's waist tightened.

If the material were thinner, Lin Han might be able to feel a different kind of heat coming from the general's palm.

Fortunately, He Yunting chose the dress himself and it was of good quality, so the sweat on his palms was not noticed by Lin Han.

He Yunting froze for a while, then took Lin Han's hand and led him to the dance floor, saying without changing his face: "It's okay, I can do it."

"I'll teach you."

Ever since He Yunting invited Lin Han in public, people would quietly want to look over here from time to time.

But the lights were too dim, and no one dared to look too blatantly, so they just felt that the two people were dancing differently from the others.

The beat kept up, but the movements were always a bit off.

How should I put it, the two of them seemed to be too restrained in jumping up.

Of course they didn't hear the whispers between the two people.

Lin Han put his hand on He Yunting's shoulder and listened to the other person's instructions.

"When it comes to the next beat, remember to follow my steps."

"……oh."

Lin Han stepped on He Yunting's military boots.

After a minute, Lin Han learned this rhythm: "General, should I..."

Before he could say the words "it's time to step back", He Yunting stepped on Lin Han's foot.

"forward."

Step on your feet.

"Side."

Step on each other's feet.

He Yunting's expression was still cold, but because he made too many mistakes, he decided not to give any more guidance, and his movements on his feet became very restrained.

The smaller range of his movements will naturally affect his dance partner. Lin Han finally couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth: "General."

"?"

"Can we just dance for a while?"

"..." He Yunting looked at the hand in his palm, frowned and said, "It's okay... try again."

He felt the omega smile slightly.

"good."

Ten minutes later, the two finally gave up. He Yunting put down his hand on the other's waist and walked aside with Lin Han to sit down.

There was no words for a moment.

The silver hair on his forehead seemed to be a little messy again. He Yunting stared at the other people on the dance floor with a puzzled and cold expression.

Lin Han looked up and happened to see this look.

He could only see the profile of He Yunting's face. His facial features could almost be said to be sharp and aggressive. The position of his brow bones always made his eyes deeper, while the lines of the bridge of his nose and lips were still cold and hard. Of course, they were the most recognizable.

Yes, it's his eyes.

But now his eyes were full of doubt, with a bit of resentful dissatisfaction, as if he didn't understand why others could dance so harmoniously, but he couldn't bear to look back.

Lin Han once again thought of the metaphor he once told him.

Maybe it really looks like a child.

For a moment, he actually wanted to hear what the other person was thinking about right now.

But he quickly suppressed this thought, looked into those eyes, and said: "General."

He Yunting, who had not looked here until now, turned around.

Lin Han smiled at him: "Happy birthday."

The expression on He Yunting's face changed very subtly.

Lin Han didn't know how to describe it. The other party's expression couldn't even be called joy, but an unexpected surprise.

It was as if no one had said these four words to him for a long time.

But soon, he saw the corners of He Yunting's originally straight lips move, as if he wanted to respond to him - with a smile.

He probably hadn't made this expression for a long time. He Yunting almost wanted to raise the corners of his mouth awkwardly, but he was afraid that the expression would be too raw and make Lin Han look ugly, so he hesitated.

"Admiral!" someone else's voice came from the side.

The two looked at each other, and Wen Tianyao walked towards this side with a smile: "Happy birthday, the supreme glory of the M Empire."

The corners of He Yunting's mouth that had not yet been raised became straight again, and he responded calmly: "Yes."

"Then I'll toast the general," Wen Tianyao said nonchalantly, beckoning the waiter who was serving the wine, "and I wish Mr. Lin a good time tonight."

The young waiter waiting on the side came over.

But the strange thing is that there is no wine on the tray.

Wen Tianyao showed a little bit of displeasure on his face: "If you don't have any wine, you go and bring it back. Do you need to be taught this?"
To be continued...