For a moment, the white gauze seemed like a nimble cloud, fluttering freely in the air. The woman's long, slender, snow-white legs were faintly visible under the gauze, adding to her mystery and allure.
The exquisite music, combined with the dreamlike environment, the dancers who seemed like fairies descending to earth, and the gentle river breeze blowing in from the Baijiang River outside the window, created a scene that truly resembled a fairyland, captivating and enchanting.
However, amidst this seemingly harmonious and beautiful atmosphere, Su Aiai's heart was like an ant on a hot pan, filled with extreme anxiety.
She secretly wondered what kind of situation she would be in if Su Qianyu really married Fang Han and had these ten women as her dowry.
Deep in her heart, a strong desire had quietly sprouted: she hoped to replace Su Qianyu and become Fang Han's wife.
She had come to a profound understanding that Fang Han was a true prodigy, and given enough time, he would surely soar to great heights like an eagle flying high in the sky.
"Young master, would you like to come along?"
Just then, a dancing woman extended her slender hand and beckoned to Fang Han with her finger.
Her eyes were alluring, and she was incredibly shy.
In Fang Han's eyes, these women were originally dancing in thin gauze, but gradually, the gauze on their bodies seemed to disappear.
Listening to the music and watching these alluring women dance gracefully, Fang Han suddenly felt a surge of heat within him.
Fang Han was usually very calm, but at this moment, he was experiencing hallucinations.
The number one private room in Lin Yin Pavilion had been transformed into a seductive array by the masked woman.
She is the eye of this formation, directing everything. The woman playing the zither, the woman dancing the celestial dance, and the woman with only four or five inches of clothing on the round table are all within the formation.
They subtly and silently ensnared Fang Han in their allure.
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