Chapter 351: Ball

Chapter 351: Ball

The music on the dance floor was soothing.

Matthew followed Sifs rhythm stiffly, struggling to move his limbs that suddenly didnt belong to him.

They were currently dancing a dance style that was somewhere between tango and the Blues.

His movements were not fast, but there was a sense of rhythm and strength.

Matthew knew nothing about it. He was like a marionette, being led by Sif, who was as agile as an elf, into various poses.

Sif danced happily.

She didnt care about Matthews clumsiness at all. She just smiled and showed off her exquisite dance moves.

At first, neither of them spoke.

After a relatively intense movement, the rhythm became even slower. At this moment. Matthew noticed that Sif would occasionally turn her head

and quietly cover her mouth and nose with one hand.

She was secretly yawning.

This discovery made Matthew instinctively feel a little disappointed, but soon, he asked with concern,

Are you sleepy?

Sif turned around in embarrassment.

Im sorry, Im not sleepy. Its just an instinctive reaction of my body.

Ive been going to bed early these past few days. Im usually already asleep by this time. Its strange. Since May, Ive become more and more sleepy. On average, I sleep about 14 hours a day.

Actually, Im not sleepy at all. Not only that, but Im also very excited. Then, she yawned loudly in front of Matthew.

This time, Sif didnt hide anything. She just looked at Matthew with innocent eyes.

The two of them looked at each other and smiled.

The rhythm of the music suddenly became much faster.

Sif gently grabbed Matthews waist and motioned for him to lean forward to hold her.

Matthew did as he was told.

The next dance caught him off guard, but it was also pleasing to the eye.

As the rhythm continued to accelerate.

Sifs movements were getting bigger and bigger.

She was like a butterfly spinning around Matthew. It was unknown whether it was the fragrance of a young girl or the hormones floating on the dance floor that seeped into Matthews mouth and nose. His heart began to beat slightly faster.

Men and women held each others hands and retreated to the edge of the dance floor.

Matthew heaved a sigh of relief and followed Sif out.

He went to the beverage cabinet, took two glasses of juice, and handed one to Sif.

The girl took a light sip, and two horizontal lines immediately appeared on her nose.

Ah, its too sour.

Matthew took a sip and found that it was fine. He was about to say something.

Sif suddenly asked,

Matthew, what kind of girl do you like?

Matthew was stunned.

The memories of his previous life were flipped open like an old photo album.

Images of his ex-girlfriends flashed through his mind. He had already forgotten what they looked like.

Before he transmigrated, he was twenty-five years old and had a few girlfriends, but those relationships seemed to have come and gone in a hurry.

It was as if both of them were in a formula of loneliness, a formula of love, and finally, a formula of breaking up.

These experiences could only leave a small trace in his vast memory.

When he was younger, Matthew had also torn his heart out for some girls.

It was a story that seemed to be touching at the time, but later on, it felt childish and ignorant.

Other than the memories of how he was betrayed by the girls

He couldnt remember anything else.

Matthew?

Sif asked expectantly.

Matthew turned half his face and looked at the men and women on the dance floor.

To be honest, I dont know.

Things between men and women are still a little complicated for me, and I just want to focus on something simple now.

Sifs face was filled with curiosity.

For example, planting trees?

Matthew smiled. He wanted to tell the other party that the undead were actually very simple creatures.

But at this moment..