"Ah..." Yue Qianchou was completely dumbfounded. Inwardly, he mourned that the ancients had indeed not deceived him—if one possessed a skill, one could travel the world without fear.
Yet no one knew better than he did how much he was worth. What damned talent did he have? Playing around was fine, but doing it for real was courting death. Besides, he had never planned to enter the profession of acting; he was afraid of being subjected to unspoken rules. So he repeatedly waved his hands. "No need, no need..."
"You needn't refuse so quickly. Think it over carefully before replying to me," Qing Niang said very seriously.
"There really is no need!" Yue Qianchou waved his hand again in refusal. Leaning back against the pillar behind him, he gave a bitter smile. "You think too highly of me. I truly don't have the kind of talent you described. Besides... to be honest, I simply don't like this line of work. How could I ever do something well in the future if I had no interest in it? I appreciate your kindness!"
With matters put that plainly, what else could Qing Niang say? She was not someone who liked forcing others. She could only shake her head slightly and sigh in regret. After silently watching Yue Qianchou for a while, she suddenly raised her hand and untied the gauze over her upper body. Under Yue Qianchou's stunned gaze, she removed her outer garment. The gauze fell to the ground, leaving only a green bodice over her upper body. Her fair, tender arms were long and graceful; her shoulders and collarbones rose and fell softly, while the slender, supple waist belonging to a dancer gleamed with healthy radiance, carrying a charm all its own.
Damn! Was that really necessary...? Yue Qianchou's eyes