Lin Liansheng cleared his mind of complicated thoughts and walked towards the small, dilapidated house.
In the teahouse, in a private room on the second floor facing the street, a woman in white happened to see Lin Liansheng's emotions clearly.
The woman was lying on her side on the chaise longue, part of her long black hair tied up with a white satin ribbon, a crescent-white brocade robe wrapped around her graceful figure, and a fine jade pendant hung around her waist. One could tell at a glance that she was either rich or noble.
A pair of narrow and long peach blossom eyes are captivating, the eyeballs are as light as glass, clear and bright, the white jade fan is gently fanning, and there is a smile at the corner of the lips. Just one look, and everyone will exclaim: What a charming and beautiful lady!
In the box, aroma was curling from the copper stove, and a young man's slender hands were plucking the strings of the guzheng. From time to time, he looked up at the noble lady with a fiery gaze.
Unfortunately, the noble lady's mind was not on him.
Next to him, the owner of the teahouse sat respectfully.
After the young man finished singing, he saw that the noble lady still hadn't taken her eyes away from the window. He couldn't help biting his lip, feeling aggrieved.
He is petite, with a soft figure, a small face the size of a palm and delicate features, which makes people want to protect him at first sight.
He is very handsome, why doesn't this person even look at him?
At this time, the teahouse owner gave him a look.
The young man's eyes lit up and he stood up and walked towards the lady.
"Miss Zhuang." The young man knew only that the lady before him was of high status. He didn't know her full name, having only learned it from the teahouse owner. His voice was as soft and tender as his appearance.
On the street, the figure had disappeared. A hint of regret flashed in Zhuang Rongjun's eyes, and he finally turned his head to look at the shy boy in front of him.
Zhuang Rongjun put away the fan and used the other end of it to lift the boy's delicate chin. His movements were frivolous, and his peach blossom eyes curved, as if hiding a thousand deep affections. He said with a half-smile, "What a handsome young man."
The young man's fair cheeks flushed a little deeper, and he sat in Zhuang Rongjun's arms, calling out in a delicate voice, "Miss Zhuang."
Zhuang Rongjun did not push him away, letting the boy snuggle in her arms. She played with his fingers and teased him, "Your body is so soft, and your waist is so thin."
The satisfaction in the boy's eyes was almost overflowing. He poured the wine and fed it to Zhuang Rongjun beside him. Zhuang Rongjun accepted it and drank one glass after another.
Seeing the situation of the two people, the teahouse owner wondered what might happen next and sneaked out.
In the box, only Zhuang Rongjun and the young man were left, and the atmosphere was particularly ambiguous.
Finally, after finishing the wine, the young man stroked Zhuang Rongjun's face with his hand and said softly, "Miss Zhuang, you have come from a long distance, you must be tired. Why don't you stay tonight and Achu will take care of you."
Zhuang Rongjun raised her narrow and beautiful peach blossom eyes and glanced at him.
Seeing Zhuang Rongjun remained silent, the young man thought she agreed, and was overjoyed. He reached out and was about to pull Zhuang Rongjun's belt.
The cost of eating at Yuelai Teahouse is very high. Not only can you drink tea and wine here, but you can also listen to music and music.
The teahouse owner specially raised a dozen such teenagers.
Of course, they also provide other special services. Their indentures are in the hands of the teahouse owners. What they hope for is that one day they will be noticed by noble ladies and follow them.
They were in a teahouse, and in fact, they were just called waiters in a waitress's house, which sounded better.
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