Pursuing Her Best Friend after Confession Failed-Chapter 183 - 113: Which Man Can Resist Black Silk? (Please Subscribe)_3
Otherwise, would someone really think he was only here to admire Little Moon’s long, stocking-clad legs?
Of course, that was exactly it.
Li Yuan smiled. "I’d love to hear it."
Zhong Tingyue fixed her beautiful eyes on Li Yuan. She bit her lip, her bright eyes blinking, while her faintly red lips looked alluring and sensuous.
"Senior, if you want to listen, you’ll have to agree to one request of mine."
Li Yuan was puzzled. "Oh? What request?"
"This song is a bit too sad. It’s a tragic story." Zhong Tingyue spoke slowly, looking at Li Yuan earnestly, her eyes conveying a special affection. "If one day, that Little Moon is rescued from her confinement in the well... Senior, could you write another song for me with a happy ending?"
After she finished speaking, Zhong Tingyue’s gaze was locked on Li Yuan, her heart in her throat, terrified that he would refuse.
Li Yuan watched her with a calm expression, seeing the anticipation and nervousness in her eyes. His heart stirred, and he smiled back. "I can promise you that, but you also have to agree to one request from me."
The smile on Zhong Tingyue’s face grew even brighter. "I agree, but it can’t be anything too unreasonable, okay?"
Li Yuan perked up at her words, his gaze shifting to her long, stocking-clad legs shimmering under the moonlight.
Meeting Li Yuan’s gaze, Zhong Tingyue seemed to know what he wanted. She blushed and nodded.
It was Li Yuan’s turn to be stunned. Did she misunderstand me? She couldn’t possibly think I’m some kind of pervert with a fetish for long legs in black stockings, right?
Li Yuan wanted to say something but stopped himself. Looking at Zhong Tingyue’s legs, he licked his lips and decided to just roll with the misunderstanding.
Feeling the smoothness of the silk stockings... that doesn’t sound too bad, does it?
Zhong Tingyue gently strummed her guitar and began to hum the song, "Nanshan South."
"In the southern sun, you see the heavy snow fly; in the northern night, I feel an endless spring... Nanshan South, northern autumn’s grief; Nanshan has its mounds of grain. South wind murmurs, Beihai North; Beihai holds a tombstone..."
Zhong Tingyue’s voice was far more beautiful than Li Yuan’s had been. Accompanied by the guitar, a profound sense of sorrow filled the night air.
Li Yuan listened quietly. Time seemed to freeze in that moment.
Little Moon’s voice is a much better fit for this feeling of loneliness, sadness, and regret. It’s filled with story. My own singing was a bit contrived in comparison...
A few minutes later, Zhong Tingyue hummed the last line, her eyes faintly shimmering with tears. She stared quietly at Li Yuan, forcing a smile as she asked, "Senior, how was my singing?"
This time, Li Yuan didn’t smile. He watched her calmly and gave his earnest evaluation. "Little Moon, I could hear a story in your voice. It was beautiful."
Zhong Tingyue pursed her lips and responded softly, "So you heard it... Was it the story of the two of us?"
The story of the two of us? Li Yuan mulled over the meaning of her words. What Zhong Tingyue said was very interesting; her hint was quite obvious. And Li Yuan, of course, understood.
"Little Moon, the couple’s story in this song is a bit sad. I promise you, I will rewrite our story."
Zhong Tingyue shyly nodded. She glanced down at her long legs in their black stockings, then looked at Li Yuan and asked softly, "Senior?"
"Hmm?" Li Yuan responded, just as he saw her legs move slightly in his direction.
Li Yuan’s heart pounded in his chest. As if with a mind of its own, his hand moved toward her stockings. When his fingers touched the smooth silk, a shudder ran through his body. He couldn’t stop his hand from sliding along the fabric...
"Senior?"
"Yes, what is it?"
"Could you, uh, please not touch any higher?"
"Oh? This hand of mine, it seems to have a mind of its own. I can’t control it."
"Heh. Men."
