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The next day, Nan Qing slowly woke up to find Gu Beiyan's burning chest behind her, his arms still tightly wrapped around her waist.

She moved her hand, which he was holding tightly, and felt something foreign between her fingers. She opened it and saw a ring inlaid with a deep blue gemstone. It was very beautiful. The gemstone seemed to contain an entire starry sky, which would flow with the change of light.

"Don't take it off."

A hoarse voice came from behind his ear. Gu Beiyan tightened his arms, rested his chin on her shoulder, and raised his hand to touch her raised hand.

Nan Qing did not object; she liked the ring very much.

After Nan Qing finished washing up, Gu Beiyan was no longer in the room. She went downstairs, and the people who had gotten up in the hall looked at her, especially Bai Youyuan, who winked at her slyly, and Chun Hong gestured towards the kitchen.

Nan Qing tilted her head in confusion and looked in that direction. She didn't see anyone, but she heard some noises.

Before she could get close, Gu Beiyan came out of the kitchen carrying a bowl of steaming soup noodles. He was wearing a pink "cute pig" apron over his white shirt, which didn't quite match his cool and aloof features.

"puff--"

"Haha, Gu Beiyan, why are you wearing it again?"

Nan Qing burst out laughing at the scene. Gu Beiyan in this world was just too adorable, doing the funniest things with the coldest expression. She really couldn't understand why he had taken out that apron again.

Gu Beiyan did not answer. Instead, as he approached Nan Qing, he took one of her hands and naturally led her toward the dining table.

"Alright, if you've laughed enough, finish your breakfast first."

He pressed Nanqing down into a chair, placed the soup bowl in front of her, and handed her a pair of chopsticks. Nanqing looked down and saw that it was beef offal noodles!

The broth is clear, the rice noodles are snow-white, and there are many thinly sliced ​​pieces of beef offal mixed in, along with a few bright green bok choy and bright red chili oil.

Moreover, there are two golden soft-boiled eggs on top!

Bai Youyuan sat diagonally opposite her, looked down at her Western-style breakfast which she used to find quite delicious, and sighed:

"Do they really have to be so lovey-dovey this early in the morning?!"

Honestly, that bowl of noodles and that ring almost blinded her. No wonder she drew the "Hermit" card so quickly.

Xie Chi quietly stepped forward: "What would you like to eat, sister? I can make it too."

Bai Youyuan rolled her eyes at him, annoyed. Did she just want breakfast?!

Nan Qing, with a soft-boiled egg in her mouth, looked at Bai Youyuan and Xie Chi across from her with shining eyes.

Don't stop, she loves watching too!

The clock struck ten o'clock, and the producer arrived on time with the cameraman.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have prepared a very special ball for you today."

As for the specific arrangements... we'll find out when the time comes.

The producer had a mysterious look on his face, and what he said immediately piqued the interest of Nan Qing, Bai Youyuan, and Shen Yao, who were all known for their playful nature.

Bai Youyuan looked at her outfit and felt it wasn't quite suitable for the ball, so she asked:

"Should we go back and put on a more suitable dress now?"

Battle robe, battle robe, she's carrying her battle robe!!

"We have arranged a professional makeup team and costumes for everyone, so you can just go straight there."

The car stopped at a manor on the outskirts of the city. It was a very large European-style manor. The convoy crossed the open lawn and stopped in front of the annex of a gray-white building.

Not only the guests, but also the viewers in the live stream were all commenting that the production team had really spent a lot of money on this project.

The male and female guests were arranged to have their hair and makeup done in two adjacent European-style villas, and then the female guests were taken to different rooms.

Even as she sat in front of the mirror, Nan Qing still didn't understand what Gu Beiyan meant when he said "Don't reject me" when they parted ways.

but.....

Looking at the multiple stylists bustling around her, she thought to herself, "Is this production team really that generous? Six people serving just one person?"

The hairstylist pulled her long hair up, leaving only a few wisps hanging behind her ears and around her neck. Several lustrous pearls were pinned in her hair, and a silver butterfly was also pinned to her right ear. As she turned her head, the pearls in her hair and the butterfly on her ear would shimmer with tiny sparkles.

Her originally pure and rounded eyebrows and eyes were also outlined with just the right amount of charm. The eyeliner was slightly upturned, with a touch of light blue added at the end. The lips were not painted with a very bright color, but rather a moist mauve color, which, combined with her original lip color, looked like the color after a kiss.

At this moment, another stylist brought her a silver-white dress to change into.

After changing, Nan Qing stood in front of the full-length mirror, admiring the dress she was wearing.

The fine silk fabric shimmered under the light with a luster as lustrous as the pearls in her hair. The flowing light seemed to have incorporated the entire Milky Way into the fabric, making it beautiful, mysterious, and elegant.

The one-shoulder design also revealed her delicate collarbone, and the skirt trailed on the ground with many pleats from the waist to the hips, showing off her waist and hip curves.

There's also the high slit design on the right side, which, as she walks, reveals Nanqing's long, straight, beautiful legs beneath the skirt.

At this moment, she didn't care why the production team was so extravagant; all she was thinking about was that she absolutely had to buy the dress after the show ended!

There was a sudden knock on the door, and a female staff member dressed in the same clothes as the other stylists walked in carrying a black velvet box.

"This is a mask prepared for you."

Nan Qing curiously raised her hand and opened the box, never expecting that the program team had arranged a masquerade ball.

Inside the box lay a silver mask, the upper half of which only covered the eyebrows and eyes. The openwork design was beautiful, and it was adorned with tiny diamonds. Dozens of silver chains, long and slender like a cascading Milky Way, hung from the lower edge of the mask, vaguely concealing the lower half of the face.

She placed the mask over her face, and the silver chains immediately jingled like wind chimes. The drooping silver threads swayed gently like a curtain woven from moonlight, adding a touch of mystery and nobility to her half-hidden appearance.

At this moment, Nan Qing was like an uncrowned queen adorned with stars.

She didn't need a crown; her aura was already as dazzling as the stars, mysterious and unparalleled.

Guided by the staff, she arrived at the main building of the manor. After the hall door was pushed open, she saw many guests with their faces covered and dressed in formal attire.

Those people were probably not just members of the production team.

Despite her doubts, she lifted her skirt slightly and stepped inside.

The halo of light from the crystal chandelier swirled around her, and her silver-white dress rippled with each step, making her look like a goddess descending from the moon.

Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks.

A tall, handsome man stood quietly in front of her. He was dressed in a black tuxedo, with tiny diamonds adorning his shoulders and chest. Under the lights, it was as if he were draped in starlight.

He wore a matte black mask, the same style as the one on her face, except it lacked the dangling silver chains, but it added a touch of coldness and aloofness to his face.

Seeing Nan Qing stop, he hopped slowly toward her, finally stopping just two steps away. He placed one hand behind his back, and with the other, he drew an elegant arc in the air, palm up, and stopped in front of Nan Qing.

Looking through the mask into those familiar eyes, Nan Qing heard the man's deep voice softly speak:

"My Queen, may I have this dance?"

Under the shifting lights, slender fingers hovered in mid-air, as if waiting for a destined response.