C384

"Nong is like the notes of a zither, the plate is like the cry of a westerly swallow, a beautiful song of the Duke of Jiangnan ?"

The voice was gentle and moving. When I heard it, I couldn't help but stand there in a daze. The girl raised her lute and walked towards me, one step at a time.

Before I could react, the woman suddenly grabbed my waist and blew on my face