But Yao Sanniang had just finished speaking when she suddenly noticed that everyone was silent, not saying a word. Realizing something, she laughed again. "No way, dear guests, is it really your first time in the Central Plains?"
Although these people seemed distinguished, like ordinary folk, she had thought they at least understood something, but it turned out they didn't understand anything at all.
With that thought, Yao Sanniang moved her fan in front of her peach blossom-like face and let out a series of coquettish laughs. Her laughter was accompanied by the trembling of her body, making her ample chest quiver a few times, as if moving like water.
Her beautiful eyes twirled, and she placed her hand on Song Yin's shoulder. Leaning forward with an alluring body, her other fair arm reached across Song Yin's nape and hung on his other shoulder.
