A few alluring-looking men wearing brightly colored garments that exposed both shoulders began the stamp their footsteps, following the beat of the music, moving slowly from the stairs and onto the stage as they gracefully danced.
From time to time they would kneel on the floor, their garments exposing their chests and attracting the gazes of all the women below the stage.
“Swallow.” The sound of saliva being swallowed was incessant. Some of the women in the audience went so far as to attempt to climb onto the stage, so that they would be able to touch the supple flesh being exposed on the chests.
Mo Qingli indifferently shot a glance towards Mo Qinyu, only to see her reclining against the chair, her eyes smiling as they glanced over at all the frantic and deluded women, the edges of her mouth forming a deep curvature.
Mo Qingli had some shock towards Mo Qingyu’s indifferent attitude. Those men could be said to be extremely gorgeous beauties, and it could be said that they were extremely rare to see, unless… the main attraction was at the end?
In the end it did not betray Mo Qingli’s expectations. The men who were dancing gradually retreated to the side, revealing another man who was wearing an embroidered purple and green robe that fell to his ankles but revealed the unblemished skin on both legs. He had extremely tender and fair skin, a pretty face that gave an impression of being very intelligent, and walked with graceful steps down the staircase. Calmly, he sat in the middle of the stage, holding a zither made out of white jade and caressing it with slender fingers. Everyone held their breath, for fear of ruining this beautiful image.
The gentle sounds of music came from the zither under the man’s fingers, the extremely graceful sounds eventually filling the entire hall interior, purifying the vigorous energy of the people. Suddenly, the sound of the zither intensified and resonated within the hall, continously playing, every sound embedding themselves into the heart of the audience.
Mo Qingli sat up straight, supporting her chin, the fire inside her eyes intensifying, her eyes watching closely the boy currently on the stage.
After the song ended, everyone seemed to intoxicated with the sound of the zither, unable to regain their senses.
“Bravo, bravo.” Mo Qingyu stood up and gave a standing ovation, both her eyes profoundly gazing at the man currently on the stage, her elegant and beautiful face carrying an amused expression.
At this moment, everyone seemed to wake up, one after another clapping loudly.
The man’s face faintly flushed, softly bowing in courtesy towards Mo Qingyu. He lowered his face, trying to hide the scarlet complexion, before retreating to the side, although from time to time he would still raise his head to glance shyly at Mo Qingyu. Seeing Mo Qingyu’s attentive gaze at him, his face seemed to deepen on more shade, making him even more alluring to the eye.
Mo Qingli indifferently watched the two people make sheep eyes at each other, inside her dark ink-like pupils flashing laughter. It looked like this Mo Qingyu’s ability to attract men, was actually pretty good, ah!
Right after the second performance, a very strong and well-built man appeared, in his hand a large ax. With heavy strides he walked onto the stage, on his angled face a pair of very deep and profound eyes. With dark and robust skin he sported prominent abdominal muscles, something that the women below the stage couldn’t tear their eyes away from. Inside this female dominated nation, these kind of men who exposed themselves so scandalously like this were hard-pressed to find.
However, after a brief moment of embarrassment, the people in the audience went crazy over this man, who was so different from all the weak and delicate men inside this female dominated nation. The dark muscle seemed to create a enchanting effect, the screeches growing louder and louder; seeing the current circumstances, it was even louder than the previous person’s performance.
Mo QIngyu had also been startled. The previous zither-playing man could be considered to be a beauty that came down from the heavens, but who could have thought that his man also had an extremely unique style, seeming to enchant everyone who laid eyes on him. A single drop of saliva left Mo Qingyu’s mouth and slowly dripped onto the floor.
The zither-playing youth, at seeing Mo Qingyu’s aroused expression, tightly clenched his fists, his expression clearly of someone who had been wronged. He looked towards the well-built man with an expression of envy.
Just as the audience was under the impression that this courtesan would be the most desirable one, a man wearing a red robe silently appeared on the stage.