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

"sorry."

Irene managed to keep her expression calm, and her breathing almost stopped.

A sharp pain shot through my foot.

It felt as if even the bones were about to be crushed.

"It doesn't matter."

Char removed his foot from Irene's and continued dancing.

then.

"hiss……"

Irene couldn't help but gasp in pain.

Just now, her left foot was stepped on, and Xia moved his foot away, but stepped on her right foot instead!

Char's face showed even more guilt.

"sorry Sorry……"

What could Irene say in response to the other party's sincere apology?

Besides, she was the one who took the initiative to invite him.

If you show even the slightest negative emotion now, wouldn't all the suffering you endured before be for nothing?

"It's okay, just be careful from now on."

Char's expression was very sincere.

But every stomp was truly brutal.

He stepped on Irene's feet almost every time, as if his feet had eyes.

She had no doubt that her feet were now completely bruised!

But under the watchful eyes of everyone, she still had to maintain an elegant smile.

Char's every kick was intentional, but his every expression was innocent.

As a beginner, it's normal for him to not be able to keep up with the pace or find the right spot, and to accidentally step on the wrong foot a couple of times, right?

As the music becomes more and more cheerful, the next challenge begins.

Xia Ya was to hold Irene's hand, spin her around two and a half times, and finally catch her.

Irene carefully gave me instructions again and again.

"Remember to catch me later!"

After saying that, he winked at Char.

She released Xia's shoulders, lifted his hand, and slightly raised and turned her chin.

As she turned, her long hair brushed against Xia's face, leaving a faint fragrance.

As the spin ended, Xia reached out and hugged Irene.

Her waist was completely embraced.

For the sake of stability, Char held on rather tightly.

His long arms completely encircled Irene in his embrace, his hands touching her soft flesh.

Irene's expression froze for a moment.

She looked down and saw Xia Ya's hand on her breasts.

Because of the force applied, they were all pressed inwards.

Char Aznable seemed to finally notice the same sensation and quickly released his hand.

He quickly withdrew his hand.

But at this moment, Irene was standing at an angle entirely thanks to Char's strength. When he let go, Irene instantly fell down.

A flicker of panic crossed her eyes.

As she was about to fall, she could even foresee the pain that was about to come.

Then she felt her hand being pulled.

Xia helped her up, his expression somewhat apologetic.

"I didn't mean to, just now..."

Irene silently swallowed a mouthful of blood.

Sweet smile.

"I have to thank you, otherwise I would have definitely fallen."

Char smiled too.

Yes, I fell on purpose.

When the dance ended, Irene was in so much pain that she could barely stand, but she still had to maintain an elegant posture.

Char Aznable once again sincerely expressed his apologies.

Although Irene's feet hurt and she was repeatedly taken advantage of, she was still gratified because she had achieved her goal.

Therefore, he openly and generously expressed his forgiveness.

"It's normal for beginners to find it a little unfamiliar."

As she spoke, she gave a playful smile.

"Then I'll go tell Xiaoti, and we'll return it intact!"

Just as the two were about to walk towards Sistine, a commotion broke out at the entrance of the Great Hall.

Xia looked over and saw that the auditorium doors were open, letting in the bright moonlight from outside.

A tall, slender figure walked into the hall, bathed in moonlight.

The silver-gray evening gown made her appear even more aloof, and her long silver hair cascaded down like moonlight, as if she had stepped out of the moonlight.

Standing over 1.7 meters tall, with long, beautiful legs and sky-high heels, she looked down on everyone.

After entering the auditorium, his indifferent and languid gaze swept across the entire room.

Her cold and beautiful face, her pale skin devoid of any color, exuded an aura that kept strangers at bay.

Occasionally, a hint of crimson could be glimpsed in his dark eyes.

The aloof beauty who arrived late was none other than Bai Ji, the third goddess to host the ball.

It was also Char who decided on the second person to unlock the ring, the True Ancestor of Eternal Night.

It's also an iceberg that Lilith can't even reach.

Lilith had somehow appeared beside Xia, her gaze never leaving Shirahime, her eyes filled with infatuation.

"See that? That's her."

"The Eternal Night Ancestor, a true ice queen, keeps everyone at arm's length."

"A beauty with an aggressive edge; just one look from her can freeze a person into ice."

I really want to be trampled under her feet, and have her look at me with that cold, arrogant, and contemptuous gaze.

I want to be a dog at her feet.

Lilith mentally completed the remaining two sentences.

Xia turned his head slightly and glanced at her.

It looks worthless.

Shirahime's gaze swept across the entire room, finally settling on Sistine's direction.

With graceful steps, she headed in that direction.

Sistine was talking to her best friend when they heard the commotion and both looked over in that direction.

"Bai Ji, you've finally arrived?"

Irene's face was beaming with a smile, and she seemed to radiate a soft glow.

Bai Ji glanced at her, a hint of disgust in her eyes, and her brows furrowed.

Clearly, the three goddesses know each other, but their relationship doesn't seem to be harmonious.

Especially between Bai Ji and Yi Lin.

As a princess of the Eternal Night Clan, a vampire princess, she has never liked the Dawn Saintess.

He even took a slight step back when she greeted him.

His voice was languid and cold.

"It's almost too late!"

When have they ever had a good relationship?