Chen Mo gazed at the girl sitting in his lap.
Her eyebrows arched like distant mountains cloaking mists, her eyes were like ripples of autumn waters, below her exquisite nose, a pair of lips glistened invitingly red.
Just in terms of appearance, she was a notch above those dancing girls, a stunning beauty that caught the eye.
What's more special was the refined elegance and scholarly air about her, typical of ladies from established families, yet her dress was rather revealing, through the thin gauze skirt one could see the pale pink wrap-around chest garment, and the faintly discernible curves beneath.
Close yet enigmatic.
"There are no chairs here, so I'm sitting on the lord's lap... Am I a bit heavy?" Miss Yu'er asked softly.
Chen Mo nodded, then shook his head.
Indeed, she was slightly heavier than the last dancing girl who flaunted her figure, but it was the perfect kind of heavy.
"Do you recognize me?"
Chen Mo inquired.
