Song Yaoyao said nothing. She simply glared at him, her expression saying, Like hell I'd believe you!
The maid finally arrived.
After a good deal of fuss, they finally managed to remove all the fake facial hair from Song Yaoyao's face.
In some places, her skin had been pulled red.
Song Yaoyao would remember this grudge. Next time, she would strike back and plaster their faces with fake facial hair too-even more than they had put on her today!
Song Qingyu and Ji Zhiheng went to rent a boat.
Everyone else waited where they were.
There were certainly plenty of people out boating on the lake today.
About seven minutes later, Song Qingyu and Ji Zhiheng returned.
Then Song Qingyu led everyone aboard a pleasure boat.
The pleasure boat glided across the lake, serene and elegant. The ripples parted by its bow spread gently to either side like silk crumpled into fragments.
Lush green weeping willows lined the shore, their slender branches brushing the water. Every sway left fleeting, graceful trails across the lake's surface.
In the middle of the lake, a flock of ducks swam leisurely, their reflections mingling delightfully with the blue sky and white clouds mirrored in the water.
Distant mountains appeared and disappeared in the mist like a landscape painted in pale ink, drawing everyone into the lake's tranquil, mysterious beauty.
Song Yaoyao stood at the side of the pleasure boat, gazing at the scenery with a peace she had never felt before!
Just then, another boat approached slowly in the distance. A woman dressed in white sat at its bow, holding a flute and playing a lilting melody that blended seamlessly with the scenery around her.
Everyone was lost in the beauty of the scene!
Song Yaoyao couldn't help recalling a song from the modern