As Sun Zhe's mind wandered, time quietly slipped away.
The soul-stirring melody finally reached its end.
As her slender fingers played the last few notes, Lin Shuqing turned to the beauty beside her and asked, "Yingchun, have you learned this piece?"
"Hmm… More or less."
Lin Shuqing then stood up and looked at Sun Zhe with a gentle smile, her eyes filled with boundless tenderness.
Sun Zhe met her gaze, feeling as if his very heart was being healed. She was elegant and dignified, with an ethereal temperament, like a fairy untouched by worldly affairs. Just the thought of this fairy's shy demeanor in bed made the Yang Qi within him stir restlessly.
Lin Shuqing walked over to Sun Zhe with the beauty in the black silk miniskirt and said with a smile, "This is Lin Yingchun, my disciple."
Sun Zhe hurriedly stood up and politely greeted Lin Yingchun.
Lin Yingchun's lips curved into a slight smile, but she merely returned the gesture without saying a word.
