Nianzu was teaching Chuntao how to play the zither. She was seated on his lap while her petite figure was covered fully by Nianzu's body. He had held her both hands and gently moved them over the strings while telling her about each string function.
"Prince Nianzu, my fingers are hurting. Shall we stop?" Chuntao asked him after practicing for an hour. Nianzu nodded and apologized to her for not caring about that. He moved back while Chuntao moved down from his lap.
"Are your legs numb? Let me press them," She urged.
"Chun, I am fine. Show me your fingers," he said. Chuntao outstretched her hands. The red marks were visible at the tip of her fingers.
Nianzu placed his hands under the back of her palms to hold them and blew air over them. Chuntao smiled and said, "Prince Nianzu, I had never imagined that playing zither is so tough. Prince Nianzu is indeed gifted in music."
