The two singers were stunned until Mo Chuan frowned and snorted coldly, then they realized what they were doing and hurriedly looked away, their hearts beating wildly.
"Then... the slave family will be embarrassed."
A singer moved her strings and played the pipa. Her voice was clear and melodious.
Another singer opened her throat lightly and sang a little song with a rich fragrance of powder. Her words were lingering and the melody was low and melodious. Her words were soul-catching. Her eyes were watery and she glanced at Mochuan from time to time.
It's a pity that Mo Chuan didn't even look at her, and didn't even pay attention to what she was singing. He drank lightly and stared at her opposite. The ripples of the lake illuminated her pink cheeks, making her even more beautiful.
This feeling and scene can only make people feel intoxicated.
Shen Ning took a few sips of wine, a faint blush appeared on her face, and her cheeks were slightly hot. She was already too drunk, especially when she listened to the lingering ditty sung by the singer. It was sweet and greasy, more like a song than a song. The soft chanting, rising and falling, the meaning of the words is almost indistinguishable, but it makes people's hearts beat faster and their faces turn red.
She couldn't help but ask Mo Chuan in a low voice: "What song is she singing? Why is the tune so weird?"
Mo Chuan's handsome face was slightly red, and he glanced at her with a hint of smile but not anger: "Don't you want to listen to a ditty? This is a ditty. Why can't you understand it?"
"Then do you understand? Tell me what she sang?" She became unconvinced.
"I don't understand either." Mo Chuan's face turned red again and he looked away, no longer looking at her.
Shen Ning saw him blushing one after another, and suddenly became suspicious. She grabbed his hand and shouted, "You must understand, but you didn't tell me on purpose, right?"
His palm was hot. As soon as she held it, she felt a ball of fire. She couldn't help being stunned for a moment and asked: "Why is your hand so hot? Do you have a fever?"
She raised her hand to touch his forehead, but he grabbed it and frowned: "Ning'er, don't make trouble."
"I'm not making a fuss. I just wanted to see if you were sick. Could it be that the strong wind on the river made you cold? Mo Chuan, are you cold?" She held his hands and felt that he was cold. The palms of both hands were surprisingly hot, and he became increasingly worried.
cold? Why is it cold!
He's almost dying of heat!
Mo Chuan held her hand tightly. Her fingertips were cool and very comfortable to touch, but the comfort only lasted for a while. Her smooth skin and soft, boneless jade fingers made him feel even more... Get hot.
"I'm not cold." He let go of her hand and drank one drink after another.
The cold drink temporarily extinguished the fire in his body.
The cool breeze blowing from the water brought him waves of coolness and comfort.
Have a drink and listen to some tunes!
What the hell kind of idea is this!
Mo Chuan thought he had excellent concentration, but just now he was so distracted that he almost fell into trouble.
He couldn't help but secretly rejoice that he was on a boat on the lake. If he really went to a brothel and drank while listening to such erotic music, how many people would be able to control it like him
Humph, if he knew that someone dared to suggest that she go to a brothel to listen to music, he would have to chop off that person's head!
"Have you heard enough? Do you want to hear more?" He looked at her sideways, half-smiling.
He couldn't help but be amused when he saw her face getting redder and redder, and her eyes becoming blurred.
Could it be that this girl understands it too
Let’s see if she still wants to go to a brothel to drink wine and listen to songs.