They're not even human anymore; those wicked women can cry even more miserably.

Really lucky.

After Irene finished speaking, she lowered her voice and winked at Sistine.

"You wouldn't mind if I asked your boyfriend to take the blame for me, would you?"

They're best friends, so helping each other out shouldn't be difficult, right?

Irene's smile is beautiful and healing.

But only she knows the sinister intentions hidden beneath her perfect exterior.

She deliberately invited Xia to dance in front of everyone.

Your boyfriend wants to dance with me!

With such envy and admiration from everyone, how could he not be tempted?

Sistine turned to look at Char, feeling very reluctant to part with him.

But he still nodded.

"Okay."

They are very easy to talk to.

I'm not good at saying no to people, especially when it's my best friend, my only friend.

Chapter 116 The Green Tea Saintess Experiences the Taste of Being Tamed by a Cow, Phoenix Aotian's Second Stage of Taming

After all, since her best friend is so popular, it seems inappropriate to choose anyone to dance the opening dance.

Therefore, it's only natural to use one's boyfriend as a shield.

However, she hasn't even been able to dance with her boyfriend yet!

It’s a bit of a pity.

Sistine gently squeezed Char's hand, then handed her boyfriend to her best friend.

They have absolutely no understanding of tea-related language and customs.

Seeing that the other party was clearly reluctant to part but still forced themselves to lend him out, Xia sighed helplessly in his heart.

You can't protect me like this.

They've already gone so far as to steal me away by blatantly humiliation, and you're still willingly offering me up?

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Xia took the hand that Irene had extended.

Her delicate, boneless hands and exquisitely beautiful face blossomed with an even more radiant smile.

She lowered her voice so that only the three of them could hear her.

"Thank you!"

This "thank you" was both a thank you to Sistine for generously lending her boyfriend and a malicious thank you to Char for taking the bullet for her.

Sistine smiled faintly, which was her response.

Char nodded slightly.

When Irene invited Char to dance, she already attracted attention from those around her.

The moment their hands were clasped together, it instantly attracted widespread attention.

The Dawn Saintess took the initiative to invite the boys to dance!

That boy is a first-year student, Char!

The news spread like wildfire, instantly engulfing the entire area.

Upon hearing this conclusion, countless people who had hoped to dance with the Dawn Saintess were disappointed.

Some people envy it, but even more people are jealous.

What makes this first-year student so special that he wins the favor of the goddess?

It turns out the goddess was the one who pursued him and personally invited him?

Although he seems to have gained a lot of fame recently, he is still just a first-year student.

What makes him deserving of this honor?!

In an instant, Char was placed on the fire.

There was a lot of discussion around.

The smile in Irene's eyes deepened.

The two walked hand in hand into the center of the dance floor, looking like a perfect couple.

Char remained oblivious to all the surrounding chatter, maintaining his refined and gentle demeanor.

There was a slight apology in his voice.

"However, I can't dance, so I'll need your guidance later. I'm sorry."

So what if other people are paying attention?

It doesn't matter at all!

"It's alright, I'll teach you."

Irene's voice was charming and gentle, with a girlish playfulness, as well as a sense of tolerance and a hint of...doting?

Their conversation was overheard by those around them, which only amplified the murmurs around them.

"Why didn't the goddess choose me? I can dance!"

"I'm so envious to be personally taught by a goddess."

"How can a first-year student who can't dance have my goddess throwing herself at him? Who is this guy?!"

"..."

Their conversation was overheard, and they could naturally hear the surrounding chatter as well.

Irene glanced at Xia with some concern, only to find that he showed no emotional fluctuations whatsoever, displaying a calm and composed demeanor.

The two stepped onto the dance floor together.

The elegant and cheerful dance music flowed like a babbling brook, cascading across the ground.

The lights shone on the two of them. Irene stepped back with her right foot, lifted her skirt with both hands, and bowed slightly. Her posture was elegant, and the faint smile on her face was dreamlike.

She remained in that position for a long time, but Xia Ya did not bow.

Irene parted her red lips slightly and squeezed out a sentence through her teeth.

"You should bow in greeting; this is called mutual salutation."

Xia Ya looked somewhat apologetic.

"I already told you, I can't dance, I'm sorry."

As he spoke, he returned the greeting.

The two of them finally managed to stand up.

Irene opened her arms, waiting for Char to come forward.

Char also opened his arms and gave her a big hug.

Her soft, delicate body was instantly pulled into his arms.

Xia's hand landed on her slender waist and tightened slightly.

Irene's heart skipped a beat for a moment.

Then he hurriedly pushed her away.

"I meant for you to hold my waist."

Char apologized again and stepped back.

Irene: ...I'm so angry.

Even though it was the scene I wanted, why do I always feel like I'm being taken advantage of?

She could only take Xia's hand and place it on her shoulder.

He placed his other hand on his waist.

Xia gently pinched the other person's waist, then met the other person's slightly reproachful gaze.

Irene let out a long sigh of relief, but was also somewhat annoyed.

I have a feeling that I made a mistake.

Char, however, took the advantage for granted, since he couldn't dance!

Just when we finally started dancing to the music, the unexpected didn't stop.

Irene's smile almost twisted in pain.

Char looked embarrassed.