Chapter Nine, the Enigmatic Maiden of the Falling Clouds Tower

Life is but a dream; if there is a lifetime of companionship, that is enough

Is it pleasant to hear

I want to capture that smile before sleep, which must also be imbued with happiness

My long-term meal ticket, please don't let me scare it away

The beauty named Yingyan smiled gently, draped in a snow-white shawl with golden threads, and slowly walked to the center of the qin table. With her delicate hands, she brushed the clear strings, and her vermilion lips uttered elegant words, singing in such a soothing manner

Suddenly, my heart was filled with an inexplicable emotion, both sweet and sour, reminiscent of the fragrant oranges from the south, with a scent that is both aromatic and tangy, instantly spreading throughout my body, warming me to the point of almost floating

The sound of my loud scream seemed to be confined within some container, producing a terrifying echo that made my eardrums ache, yet it failed to attract the attention of anyone.

On the qin table, there was also an enamel incense burner adorned with the Eight Treasures pattern, from which wisps of smoke rose and lingered, drifting over the surface of the qin, veiling her features in a manner both real and illusory, like a dream or an immortal.

The end of our meeting is certain, and the agreement we made is concluded

The young lady of the Misty Sunset Tower, whatever she sings is delightful

Is it love

Yingyan, would you like to sing a song "Putiange" for everyone

This time, I fell asleep quickly, yet restlessly

She spoke gracefully, wearing a rose-red collared long gown with large sleeves. The skirt below appeared to be made up of many pieces, the colors not uniform but all very light, fluttering gently as she moved, resembling the hue of moonlight.

Only after swallowing the pill and taking a sip of water did I realize that my joke was a bit outrageous

The crystal bead curtain sparkles, the phoenix-headed hairpin flickers, a beauty with half-draped cicada hairpins, her eyes like autumn waters, with a gentle turn, she captivates countless noble guests, eliciting a chorus of applause.

Where is it now, where do I reside, and to whom do I belong...

A moment later, a text message came back: "It's settled, Jiao'er. For a lifetime!"

I was busy rubbing my eyes vigorously, staring at the beauty on the stage. The beauty turned her enchanting gaze, as if she was also looking at me, with a smile that was neither fully a smile nor a frown, yet she absolutely did not speak.

Who are you

There is none

Yan Yining, in my lifetime, who else but you?

The dream of the brothel is shattered, the embroidered letter is written by the young man

In fact, he is not merely my long-term financial supporter and unlimited ATM, nor is he just a reliance I have grown accustomed to over the years. Throughout these years, with the title of "talented woman" and a physique that is not too outdated, there have been many excellent men surrounding me. Yet, I only wish for him to be my long-term financial supporter and unlimited ATM.

Behind her, the vibrant and dazzling peach blossoms bloom against the backdrop of a black lacquered screen, each flower delicate and extraordinarily beautiful. Yet, with a mere glance from the woman's watery, affectionate eyes, the brilliance is instantly overshadowed, leaving one only to see the enchanting beauty of the woman, while the fiery and splendid peach blossoms that once captivated the city fade from view.

I could no longer contain myself and shouted out loud, preparing for the astonished and focused gazes of those on and off the stage who were there to admire the beauty and listen to the exquisite music

I lazily stretched, found a comfortable position on the soft teddy bear, closed my eyes, and a smile could not help but linger at the corners of my lips

Good! Good!

I am a happy little woman, with few demands, just a lifetime and eternity is all I ask

The gentle moonlight and fragrant breeze beneath the swing, leaning against the railing, one appears more delicate than the pear blossoms

A sweet trap, my dear, will you jump in or not

Partridge Poem

Yet, the gentle laughter still lingers in my ears, cold as snowmelt, gliding over every inch of my skin with a chilling coolness

Someone whispered softly in my ear, their delicate voice suddenly merging with the enchanting figure of the beautiful woman playing the piano before me

I think so, right

Laughter erupted from the audience

I hurriedly curled up in the blanket and sent another text message: "I want Aning to be my heart for a lifetime!"