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Indeed, at this moment, Le Yao Yao was utterly exhausted.
Although this body had decent qualities, with a surprisingly flexible waist that could perform such a difficult backbend, maintaining that position for too long was quite tiring.
Before long, a thin layer of sweat had formed on her smooth, fair forehead.
Her delicate little face was slightly scrunched up, displaying a mix of anxiety, pain, and awkwardness.
However, she dared not move her feet or push away the man in front of her; she simply gritted her teeth and held on, wanting to see what this man intended to do.
In contrast to Le Yao Yao's expression of pain and conflict, Leng Junyu appeared to be admiring an intriguing object. Although his face remained cold and frosty, there was a hint of amusement in his eyes.
It was the first time he had seen someone display so many expressions simultaneously on their face, which genuinely surprised him. Moreover, he found this little eunuch increasingly interesting!
Thinking of this, a faint smile tugged at the corners of Leng Junyu's mouth. It was so subtle that it was nearly imperceptible; even he himself was unaware that he was smiling, let alone the fact that Le Yao Yao was so frightened she felt as if her soul had nearly fled.
"Did you enjoy the tune I just played?"
Leng Junyu's voice was low and hoarse, carrying a lazy undertone.
In the stillness of the night, it resonated like a fine vintage wine just uncorked—magnetic and intoxicating...
For so long, she had felt nervous inside, and hearing the man's words left Le Yao Yao momentarily stunned, her mind a bit dazed.
However, once she regained her senses, she immediately nodded vigorously.
Fearing that the man might still not believe her, she forced a smile that was more of a grimace than anything else, trying to appear flattering, unaware that her expression looked more pitiful than a cry.
"Uh, it sounds wonderful, truly wonderful. Hehe, Your Highness plays the flute beautifully; it's really the best I've ever heard—no, I mean the best I've ever heard as a servant!"
Le Yao Yao forced a smile while spewing out flattery, but inside she was cursing.
Damn it, why did he have to get so close when talking?
Oh dear, her little waist really couldn't take it anymore!
Le Yao Yao held on desperately. Seeing the man’s calm demeanor and seemingly harmless expression, she planned to slowly try to stand up. However, when she heard his next words, she froze in place like a statue struck by lightning.
"No one has ever heard me play the flute because those who have are all dead..."
"Uh..."
Le Yao Yao's scalp tingled instantly, her smile stiffening as she looked into Leng Junyu's beautiful eyes, which were wide with shock and filled with an unmistakable sense of dread.
It was as if the man standing before her had suddenly grown three heads and six arms.
Le Yao Yao's current appearance was clearly meant to please Leng Junyu.
Leng Junyu's smile deepened at the corners of his mouth, and as he parted his red lips, his hoarse voice emerged once more.
"Are you afraid of me? I'm not a flood or a ferocious beast, nor some three-headed, six-armed monster. Why would you be afraid of me?"
"…"
Upon hearing Leng Junyu's words, Le Yao Yao furrowed her brows, feeling a mix of emotions that left her almost in tears.
Not afraid of him!?
That was a lie!
Could she really say that he was more frightening than a flood or a ferocious beast?
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