Ying Huanhuan was instinctively somewhat wary, but the moment she truly touched the strings, that wariness vanished without a trace.
Unable to resist, she gently plucked a string, producing a beautiful note.
"This sound?"
Surprise filled Ying Huanhuan's lovely face, and her bright, beautiful eyes sparkled.
The Fuxi Qin had an excellent tone, clear and crisp. A single note alone was already exceptionally beautiful.
It was hard to imagine how Lu Yunxiao had managed to produce such chaotic, disorderly music with such a fine qin back then.
"You really are impressive."
Ying Huanhuan glanced at Lu Yunxiao, her tone carrying an indescribable meaning.
"What do you mean?"
Lu Yunxiao looked at her in confusion.
"To play something so terrible on such a good qin, you really are impressive."
Ying Huanhuan said softly.
Lu Yunxiao: "..."
So this girl was making fun of him, wasn't she?
Lu Yunxiao's face darkened slightly.
"Alright, let's begin."
Having touched the qin, her curiosity was satisfied. Ying Huanhuan smiled lightly and spoke.
She did not keep harping on how badly Lu Yunxiao played.
Though she was young, she understood that a man's pride mattered most.
A little teasing was fine, but if she kept mocking him relentlessly, it might truly make him unhappy.
Honestly, she did not want to see Lu Yunxiao angry.
Nor did she have the heart to genuinely anger him.
"Alright then, I'll leave it to Teacher Huanhuan."
Lu Yunxiao smiled, placing particular emphasis on the word "Teacher."
Ying Huanhuan gave him a strange look, but said nothing. She merely tugged hard at her hand.
However, because Lu Yunxiao was holding on tightly, she failed to pull free.
"My hand!"
Ying Huanhuan said irritably.
This guy claimed he would not take advantage of her, yet whenever he spotted an opportunity, he wanted