"Yes, Father."
A voice as melodious as a nightingale's song came from behind the curtain, and then a delicate, fair hand gently lifted the curtain.
A beautiful woman dressed in a light green floral dress and a matching headscarf moved gracefully to the table and bowed to the guests. "This humble woman greets all distinguished guests."
Wang Ming stared dumbfounded at the beautiful woman. Oh my god! This game is exactly what he wanted, it's like it was tailor-made for him. There are so many perks that he almost forgot it's a horror game.
One beautiful woman after another came, and each one was stunning; he was almost dazzled by them.
Even a farm girl can be so beautiful!
If only this were the harem games he used to play, he could have added all the players like Xia Linyin, the voluptuous and still charming matchmaker Li, the gentle inn ghost, and the beautiful and shy farm girl to his harem.
Wang Ming chuckled foolishly, lost in all sorts of fantasies, until Ah Xiang came over with a wine jug to refill his cup, which brought him back to his senses.
As he inhaled the fragrance emanating from Ah Xiang up close, Wang Ming's face showed a look of infatuation and ecstasy, his heart already fluttering. "Thank you, Miss Ah Xiang, I can do it myself."
Ah Xiang smiled sweetly at Wang Ming, and all the words Wang Ming wanted to say got stuck in his throat as he let Ah Xiang pour him more wine.
Ah Xiang leaned down slightly to pour the wine, revealing a deep, snow-white cleavage, which made Wang Ming stare wide-eyed.
Xia Linyin looked at Wang Ming speechlessly. This man was truly lewd to a certain degree. He had just learned a lesson from the female ghost at the inn, and now he was acting lewd again.
It's truly romantic to die beneath a peony.
After refilling everyone's glasses, Ah Xiang sat down in an empty seat at the table.
"Matchmaker Li, what do you think of my daughter's face?" the village chief asked.
"A face like a full moon, the color of the morning glow, and wide ears indicate a life of wealth and nobility."
After hearing what Matchmaker Li said, the village chief couldn't stop smiling, and Ah Xiang also smiled shyly beside him.
The village chief then consulted with matchmaker Li about A Xiang's birth date and time. After the meal, the village chief was beaming, clearly having received extremely satisfactory answers from matchmaker Li.
Even when assigning rooms, they gave Matchmaker Li a separate room.
Xia Linyin and Sister Liu slept in one room, while Wang Ming, Old Wu, and Fatty slept in another.
However, this suited the players' wishes perfectly, as they could look after each other if anything happened.
The village chief's house is a wooden attic, and the wooden steps make a creaking sound when you walk on them.
Especially in the quiet of the night, the sound appears even clearer and more lingering.
Xia Linyin carried the lantern that the matchmaker, Li, had given her and walked step by step towards the second floor.
The surroundings were quiet, except for the creaking of the stairs.
The lantern in her hand emitted a faint light. Xia Linyin regretted running out to use the outhouse. She should have known better than to leave the room, even if it meant wetting the bed.
Unfortunately, when nature calls, there are three urgent needs, and once your stomach starts acting up, there's no stopping it.
"Rolling—rolling—"
Suddenly, a clattering sound rang out, drowning out the creepy creaking of the stairs.
At this moment, Xia Linyin also stepped onto the last step, and she quickly and quietly ran towards the room.
"Rolling—rolling—" The rolling sound grew closer and closer.
The moment Xia Linyin reached the door, the sound of rolling came from around the corner of the corridor, unexpectedly colliding with her gaze.
The scene before her eyes was like a painting that suddenly crashed into Xia Linyin's eyes.
A boy dressed in a light white long gown sat in a wooden wheelchair. His waist-length hair was simply tied up with a bamboo hairpin. A plain-colored felt blanket covered his legs, and an antique-style ring-shaped jade pendant hung from his waist.
An elderly servant followed behind, pushing the wheelchair with one hand and carrying a lantern with the other.
The warm yellow light emanating from the lantern cast a soft halo around the boy.
The boy was very thin, with a sharp chin, and his slender, white hands resting on the felt looked as if they would break at the slightest touch.
His dark eyes appeared exceptionally large on his thin face, with the black part of his pupils making up most of them, as dark as black holes that could suck everything in.
The boy looked at Xia Linyin with a calm and indifferent gaze, revealing a composure and detachment beyond his years. Even the soft light from the lantern could not warm his eyes.
The elderly servant, the exquisitely beautiful boy who seemed almost unreal, the lantern radiating a warm yellow light, and those calm, expressionless eyes—all these elements combined to create a painting that left a deep impression on Xia Linyin.
A painting that is both dreamlike and ethereal.
"Rolling—rolling—"
The two wooden wheels of the wheelchair rolled across the floor as the old servant pushed the boy past Xia Linyin.
Only after the sound faded into the distance did Xia Linyin push open the door and enter the room.
Seeing Xia Linyin looking completely bewitched, Sister Liu asked, "What's wrong? You look like you've lost your soul."
Xia Linyin hung up the lantern and said, "I just saw a little boy sitting in a wheelchair. He looks just like one of those SD dolls in the shop window."
"No wonder I heard noises in the hallway just now," Sister Liu said, then teased Xia Linyin, "I thought you'd seen some handsome young man and been bewitched, but it turned out to be a cute little boy. I didn't realize you had this kind of taste."
Xia Linyin said helplessly, "That child's eyes look a little strange."
Hearing Xia Linyin say this, Sister Liu's expression turned serious. "No matter what, we'll take turns keeping watch tonight, so don't leave your room."
"Okay." Xia Linyin nodded.
Hearing the fat man's snoring, Wang Ming tossed and turned, unable to sleep, his mind filled with the scenes from the day.
One moment it's the inn's female ghost confessing her love, the next it's Ah Xiang's snow-white breasts, and then it's Matchmaker Li's swaying hips.
Consumed by lust for women, Wang Ming threw off the covers and cursed. After sitting silently on the bed for a while, he patted Fatty, "Fatty, Fatty, are you asleep?"
"Damn it! You woke me up!" The fat guy, who was already afraid to fall into a deep sleep in the game, was woken up by Wang Ming patting him a few times.
Wang Ming smiled ingratiatingly and said, "I have important business to attend to."
"What important matter?" The fat man frowned and looked at him.
“I think there’s definitely something wrong with that village chief. He looks like he’s only in his thirties, but his daughter, Ah Xiang, is so much older—”
The fat man impatiently interrupted Wang Ming, "What's so strange about that? People in ancient times all got married and had children early."
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