Inside the private room, the lights were resplendent, and the sounds of laughter and merriment wove into an opulent symphony.
The delicate birdsong-like voices echoed in the air, as if pulling people into an intoxicating dreamlike illusion.
The man seated at the center was none other than Wen Mochen.
At this moment, Wen Mochen was dressed in a luxurious brocade robe, his expression lazy and indulgent, with a beautiful woman nestled on either side.
The women leaned against him, their eyes sparkling with laughter.
However, Wen Mochen's gaze was firmly fixed ahead, as if captivated by something.
Ahead, eight dancers were twirling gracefully, their forms light, and their garments fluttered with their steps.
Every turn, every movement of the dancers exuded an indescribable grace.
The music on both sides was lingering, like a gentle stream, flowing into people's hearts.
These enchanting dancers, in this melodious music, danced with even more vitality.
