Liang Yihan was taken aback. Turning his head, he saw three beams of light descending from the sky and landing in the plum grove.
The light flashed and revealed the figures of two women and one man. One of the women flew straight into the pavilion and landed next to Liang Yihan.
She was a petite woman with a round face and a pair of amber eyes that were fixed on Liang Yihan, filled with deep and poignant longing.
Liang Yihan was taken aback and asked in confusion, "Who are you?"
The woman paused for a moment, then said with a wronged expression, "You know me, how could you not recognize me?"
"What beautiful flowers! Li Molin, what kind of flowers are these?"
Just then, a clear female voice came from the nearby plum grove. Liang Yihan was looking at the woman in front of him with a strange expression, while Xuan Yuanhao looked over in response.
The voice that came from the plum grove belonged to a woman in white. She possessed a naturally alluring face, with bright, fox-like eyes and a mischievous smile playing on her lips. She wore a thin, flowing white robe that barely covered her upper arms and lower legs, and her fair skin shimmered with a radiant glow against the backdrop of white snow and red plum blossoms.
Xuan Yuanhao glanced over and couldn't help but feel a little strange. Wasn't she cold?
Xuan Yuanhao had already drunk a lot of alcohol and his mind was a bit muddled. He didn't notice what the man in black next to the woman was saying. He was only thinking that the woman was dressed so thinly, she must be very cold.
He stood up following the thought in his mind. His steps were a little weak and his body swayed, but he still slowly walked over on the snow.
Upon seeing Xuan Yuanhao's arrival, Li Molin's eyes turned cold, and he was about to stop Xuan Yuanhao. Liu Li, however, stepped forward and stood between Li Molin and Xuan Yuanhao, looking at Xuan Yuanhao curiously. She asked suspiciously, "Who are you? What do you want?"
Xuanyuan Hao chuckled and shook his head without answering. He slowly walked to Liuli, took off his cloak and draped it over her shoulders. His face was slightly flushed, his eyes were warm and gentle, and his voice was gentle as he said softly, "Miss, aren't you cold? You should put on this cloak so you don't catch a cold."
Liuli looked down at her cloak with curiosity, then shook her head with a smile and said, "I'm not cold. Do you think I'm like you humans?" As she spoke, she looked up at Xuanyuan Hao and smiled, "But you are a good person, willing to give me your cloak. You are a good person, just like the little monk."
Xuan Yuanhao looked down at Liuli's small face. Her features should have been alluring, but the mischievous and cute smile on her lips dispelled that allure. Her eyes were bright and clever, darting around like two lively gems.
That one glance was like a gentle spring breeze, instantly lifting Xuan Yuanhao's heart from the surrounding coldness and plunging it into a pool of tender spring water, dispelling the hatred and chill brought on by the bad news.
Xuan Yuanhao was so focused on looking at Liuli's face that he ignored what she was saying. He staggered slightly and was about to continue speaking when suddenly Li Molin pulled Liuli behind him.
"Hey!" Liuli was suddenly pulled by Li Molin, causing her to stumble and almost fall. She managed to regain her balance behind Li Molin and glared at him fiercely.
Xuan Yuanhao was taken aback. He looked at Liuli, who was half-revealed behind Li Molin, ignoring Li Molin's cold face, and said according to his thoughts, "If you have time, miss, could you allow me to paint a portrait of you?"
"A portrait?" Liuli thought for a moment, then popped out from behind Li Molin and said happily, "Great!"
Before Liuli could finish speaking, Li Molin suddenly grabbed her arm and pulled her backward forcefully.
Li Molin used some force, causing Liuli's arm to ache. She was repeatedly pulled and staggered. Liuli was furious and yelled, "Li Molin, are you crazy?!"
Li Molin glanced coldly at Xuan Yuanhao, then turned his gaze to Liuli and said in a chilling voice, "I think you're the one who's sick. Do you even know him? Why would you have him draw your portrait?"
A gust of cold wind sobered Xuan Yuanhao up considerably. Upon hearing Li Molin's words, he quickly explained, "Miss, please don't misunderstand. I meant no harm. I just love painting, and since you are such a beautiful woman, I couldn't help but make this request."
Liuli was overjoyed and said with a smile, "You have such good taste! I am naturally a beauty! Since you're so good with words, I'll definitely let you paint me to your heart's content another day!"
"Hmph!" Li Molin glanced at Liu Li, then looked coldly at Xuan Yuanhao, and said in a chilling voice, "You lecherous scoundrel!"
Xuan Yuanhao blushed and hurriedly explained, "Please don't misunderstand, young lady. I had no intention of being disrespectful!"
Liu Li glared at Li Molin, then looked at Xuan Yuanhao and smiled, "It's okay, I haven't asked you yet, what's your name?"
Xuan Yuanhao then smiled slightly and said, "My surname is Xuan Yuan, and my given name is Hao. May I ask your name, young lady?"
Liuli wanted to go up and talk to Xuanyuan Hao, but Li Molin held her tightly. Liuli angrily tried to shake him off, but couldn't. Helpless, Liuli could only look at Xuanyuan Hao from afar and answer, "My name is Liuli."
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