With a creak, the ill-timed sound of a door opening rang through the room.
Several graceful figures filed in right afterward. They were lovely women with willowy figures, each carrying an instrument-some held zithers, while others cradled pipas.
These women were musicians Lady Yu had specially sent to ease Ying Ming Hao's worries and keep him entertained.
Yet the moment they stepped inside, they all froze, as though time itself had stopped.
The sight before them left them dumbstruck: Ying Ming Hao lay atop Ye Hua's delicate body like a lazy cat, utterly motionless;
Even more startling, his handsome face was pressed against Ye Hua's soft, pink neck, and his lips seemed to be gently nibbling at something...
Meanwhile, Ye Hua had both arms wrapped tightly around Ying Ming Hao's head, looking utterly lost in the moment.
For a time, an indescribable awkwardness hung in the air, as though countless eyes were silently watching the scene.
Ying Ming Hao and Ye Hua held their positions stiffly, as if their pressure points had been struck, neither daring to move a muscle;
The women, meanwhile, looked as though they had been placed under an Immobilization Curse, their mouths hanging open, unable to close them for a long while.
Faced with this sudden turn of events, the women were completely dumbfounded.
According to Lady Yu's instructions, they had only needed to perform for this honored guest, but the situation before them clearly exceeded everyone's expectations.
What should we do?
Should we go over and help the two of them undress, or stay where we are and quietly play accompaniment?
The women were all at a loss, inwardly lamenting their predicament.
Ying Ming Hao was filled with regret. In his haste, he had actually forgotten to close the door. *Should I keep going