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Qingyin then heard the younger man speaking in plain language to another man.
She tapped the table, looked up at Duan Heng who had caught up with her at some point, and tugged at the man's sleeve coquettishly, saying with a smile, "Ah Heng, Ah Heng, let's go to the Flower Festival tomorrow and join in the fun."
"If there's something to do, it's Aheng; if there's nothing to do, it's Duan Heng." The man forced a smile to hide the amusement in his eyes, and after enjoying the girl's coquettishness for a while, he reluctantly nodded and agreed, saying, "Okay."
Qingyin cheered happily, unaware that the sounds downstairs had suddenly stopped the moment she spoke.
Two exceptionally handsome men stood by the second-floor window, completely captivated by the woman's voice from upstairs.
Especially Meng Ziyi, who had just spoken a lot, seemed to have her earlobes blush slightly as she listened to the pleasant voice.
What no one knew was that Meng Ziyi, a notorious playboy in Beijing, was a voice enthusiast and had absolutely no resistance to extremely pleasant voices.
However, he had very high standards, so he didn't show it, and others naturally didn't know about this quirk.
"Hey, Brother Zhan, did you hear that? There's a really nice voice coming from upstairs. I wonder if she's here for the Flower Festival. I wonder how beautiful she is in person?" Meng Ziyi said excitedly.
Thinking of something, his expression changed again: "But who knows? There are few beauties in the world who have both a beautiful face and a beautiful voice. It's also possible that a woman with such a beautiful voice is actually ugly."
Upon being addressed as Brother Zhan, Zhan Qingyun frowned. "Ziyi, you must not speak ill of others."
“A woman’s appearance is nothing but a shell; beauty fades with time. Judging people by their appearance is not something a gentleman should do.”
Meng Ziyi looked at the extremely rigid Brother Zhan and curled his lips. He didn't believe it. Could it be that Brother Zhan was willing to marry a woman who was ugly in appearance but had a beautiful soul?
Zhan Qingyun didn't miss the disdain in Meng Ziyi's eyes, but Meng Ziyi wasn't his biological brother after all, and he couldn't change this shortcoming for the time being.
However, Zhan Qingyun silently looked upstairs.
The male voice that followed that pleasant female voice felt strangely familiar to him.
It sounds like I've heard it somewhere before, but where exactly is it?
"Brother Zhan, the food is here, come and eat." Meng Ziyi's voice interrupted Zhan Qingyun's thoughts.
Duan Heng, who almost revealed his identity, carefully took care of the girl during her meal.
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As night fell, Duan Heng was forced to make a makeshift bed on the floor inside the house, quietly watching the girl sleeping soundly on the bed through the window.
With a resentful look in his eyes, and the unique fragrance emanating from the girl filling the room, Duan Heng closed his eyes as if punishing himself.
After a while, Duan Heng, who hadn't fallen asleep, opened his eyes. Was Ahua not at all uncomfortable with another man lying in the room?
In the darkness, the man sighed helplessly.
When Qingyin woke up in the early morning, the man on the ground had already gotten up sometime earlier.
Qingyin didn't care and enthusiastically picked out a long dress with a rose-red begonia flower bow.
Qingyin is tall and slender, and the shapely figure she has maintained these days is perfectly showcased in this form-fitting long dress.
Looking at her radiant reflection in the mirror, Qingyin smiled. With her long hair flowing freely, she deliberately imitated the bun hairstyle she had seen on the street. Qingyin was skillful and quickly copied a similar hairstyle. However, compared to the girl's hairstyle, Qingyin had an extra touch: she deliberately let down a few stray hairs around her ears, adding an ethereal quality to the lively look.
After inserting the ruby accessories given to her by Duan Heng, Qingyin looked at herself in the mirror and felt that something was missing. After thinking for a while, Qingyin's eyes lit up when she saw the bright red peonies in the vase on the table.
I picked a red peony in full bloom and tucked it into my hair; it looked nice.
Then, slowly and deliberately, she applied a light layer of lip rouge, and soon, a stunningly beautiful girl, resembling a peony fairy, appeared in front of the mirror.
She bent down slightly, blinked gently at the mirror, her eyelashes light and fluffy like butterfly wings, revealing a pair of misty, clear almond-shaped eyes with a faint pink tinge at the corners.
The girl smiled slightly, as vivid and beautiful as a spring flower in winter.
With just a simple gesture from the girl, the room transformed into a garden of blooming flowers.
This humble abode is made to shine.
Duan Heng, who suddenly walked into the room, stared intently at the lively girl in front of the mirror.
At this moment, he was like a mortal who had accidentally wandered into a fairyland and met a fairy. He was so nervous that his heart was pounding in his chest. He looked up at the goddess high above him with infatuation, obsession, and pity as she waved to him. He then approached the girl obediently, like the most obedient dog in the world.
Qingyin teased, her uncolored fingers gently lifting the handsome face before her, eyes filled with infatuation: "Aheng, am I beautiful?"
Duan Heng: "Beautiful, very beautiful."
"How about I go and participate in the Flower Goddess ceremony?"
Duan Heng hesitated for a long time, not wanting the beautiful Qingyin to be seen by others, but unfortunately he was not the immortal embracing the goddess, but a dispensable little dog beside her.
"Okay." Finally, after a long time, Duan Heng heard himself utter the word "unwilling."
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Logically speaking, Qingyun Inn is not far from the arena where the Flower Tower Festival is held; it's only a quarter of an hour's walk away.
But after going outside, Qingyin realized that she had underestimated her own beauty.
Even if her face hasn't reached the pinnacle of this small world, an eight-point beauty is enough to make her the most beautiful woman in the world, not to mention Qingyin's unique temperament.
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