I Became the Devil Queen's Heart Demon novel Chapter 41

Chapter 41: Chapter 34: Freeloading is an Art (2-in-1 Chapter)_2

"Brother, why are you laughing? Don’t tell me you don’t believe it?"

The man turned his head upon hearing the voice, his expression displeased.

Qin Shou shook his head and said, "I just thought of something funny... It’s nothing, you continue."

Seeing that each of them was full of youthful vigor and not easy to provoke, the man in the white robe did not say anything more.

His storytelling mood disrupted by the interruption, he simply picked up his wine cup and started drinking with his companions.

...

Half a stick of incense later.

The sound of silk and bamboo instruments rose, and from behind the curtains, a number of dancing girls emerged.

Their appearances were lovely, their waists slim and their hips perky, dressed in thin, gauzy skirts. They stretched their graceful bodies, dancing delicately among the square tables.

As the hem of their skirts fluttered, the inadvertently revealed glimpses of springtime captivated the viewers.

And the dancing girls were also assessing the guests.

If they took a fancy to someone, they would sit next to him, lift their wine cups for a shared drink, and that would seal the deal.

Guests could also take the initiative to choose, but it would naturally cost more silver.

"Qingya House truly lives up to its reputation, the quality is impressive!"

"Why do I feel that the girl in the green skirt is looking at me?"

"Nonsense, she’s clearly looking at me!"

Qin Shou and his companions straightened their clothes, standing tall.

Watching the several frenzied and competitive animals, Chen Mo shook his head disdainfully and then silently fixed his hairstyle, posing with a noble and attractive demeanor.

Although he was surrounded by peerless beauties, most were only for looking and not for enjoying—the only one he had ’tasted’ was the feet of the Empress.

As a virile Martial Artist, he too needed to release, otherwise it wouldn’t be good for his physical and mental health.

A dancing girl in a red dress glanced over and upon seeing Chen Mo, clean-cut and handsome as jade, her eyes lit up.

Such a handsome young master!

Although the process was more or less the same, who wouldn’t want to find someone pleasing to the eye?

Seizing the opportunity before the other sisters noticed this hidden gem, the red-dressed dancing girl glided to Chen Mo’s side and sat coquettishly on his lap, her voice charming:

"Lord, would you care to share a drink with me?"

Chen Mo sized her up from head to toe.

Her features were refined, lightly made up, around an eighty out of a hundred.

Under her sheer clothing, her fair bosom seemed ready to burst out, her figure could be rated ninety.

"Can you do the splits?"

Chen Mo suddenly asked.

Little Red was momentarily stunned, then realizing what he meant, said, "Are you speaking of the Heavenly Stirrup, Lord?"

She lifted her left leg over her head, easily pulling her two legs into a straight line.

"Very good, you’re the one."

Chen Mo nodded in satisfaction and pulled her into his embrace.

Feeling his strong and muscular build, Little Red was somewhat surprised.

He looked like a refined scholar, but who would have thought his physique was so robust?

Her cheeks flushed, her eyes nearly melting. She leaned into Chen Mo’s ear, her breath fragrant, "Lord, follow me to the room..."

Just then, the door of the private room was pushed open, and a group of people entered.

Seeing Chen Mo sitting among the guests, they bowed in respect:

"General Chen!"

"Sorry for being late."

Chen Mo turned to look and was immediately stunned.

Among the several constables from the Ding Fire Department, there stood a woman. Beneath her blue and white long skirt, a section of her crystal-clear jade-like calf was exposed. Her complexion was fair and flawless, her nose prominent, and her lips tender.

But the slightly harsh look in her eyes diluted this beauty, giving off a sense of distance as if she was to be admired from afar and untouchable.

"Boss, am I dreaming?"

Qin Shou said, dumbfounded.

Smack!

Chen Mo raised his hand and slapped him across the face.

"Does it hurt?"

"It hurts."

"Then you’re not dreaming... This—this is Li Yuan?!"

Chen Mo felt as though his worldview was crumbling.

Li Yuan had actually come to the Imperial Music Bureau, and dressed like this? If he wasn’t mistaken, had she even applied some rouge?

Other guests were also puzzled.

Since when does a customer bring his own lady?

Seeing Chen Mo with a girl in his arms, Li Yuan’s eyes turned frosty as she walked over to Qin Shou.

"Step aside."

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