Xiaoyue covered her face with a smile, her gaze enchantingly sweeping over Chen Yuan's form, as if she could captivate one's soul. Chen Yuan, although inexplicably feeling a dry mouth and a restless tongue, managed to maintain his composure fundamentally.
"Ha ha ha, scholar and beauty, scholar and beauty..."
Ma Dayuan laughed loudly a few times, not quite knowing where this scholar had come from.
"Lord Chen, please."
Xiaoyue's light gauze swayed as she slowly ascended the stairs to the second floor.
Chen Yuan stood up, smiled at Ma Dayuan and Wang Ping, and followed Xiaoyue's footsteps.
The old madam, although somewhat regretful of not receiving any silver, dared not scold anyone and watched as Chen Yuan and Xiaoyue went upstairs.
Chen Yuan looked back and saw that everyone's eyes were on him, and he tossed a piece of silver to the old madam:
"What are you all looking at me for?"
"Continue the music, continue the dance!"
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