But it makes sense. She had forcefully dragged him onto the dance floor, so he was certainly unhappy. However, out of gentlemanly conduct in high society, he just tolerated her.
She smiled bitterly, never expecting herself to be so unwelco.
But this thought only lingered in her mind for a mont.
Soon, Fengye Wuyin approached her with a strange look in his eyes and asked her, with a gloomy expression, why she pulled Ji Lingkong to dance.
Jun Yiyi was startled; she had been too excited earlier and completely forgot that the demon was watching her the entire ti.
"Didn’t you tell to try to get the Councilman’s wife’s attention? What better way than this to make her more interested in ?" She lifted her small head confidently, without a hint of guilt.
"Look, now the Councilman’s wife keeps looking at . Isn’t my plan quite successful?"
"Hmph, lovestruck fool." Fengye Wuyin had been observing the Councilman’s wife’s every move and naturally noticed that she was indeed quite interested in Jun Yiyi, which was a good thing.
But it was just annoying. The woman earlier must have gone with the mindset of flirting with a handso guy.
Was that man really so good-looking? With a stunning face like his, there were so many won who wanted to touch him, yet she was unmoved. Seeing that Ling Kong, she laughed and cried; was he not more attractive than that man?
Damn, at such a crucial mont, why is he thinking about such trivial matters?
What does her infatuation have to do with him?
Ugh, he can’t keep thinking like this; he needs to focus on the task!
"In a little while, there will be a music performance by a representative of Yalan. You’re the third to perform. Rember what I told you to do; don’t ss it up, or else—"
"You’ll twist my head off again."
"No, I’ll pull out your intestines one by one and tie them into a bow." Fengye Wuyin grinned sinisterly, revealing his gleaming white teeth.
Jun Yiyi shuddered, couldn’t help but curse silently. Damn, as expected, he’s a wicked ghost with uniquely deadly thods.
"If I complete your request, will you let go?" she asked cautiously.
Fengye Wuyin squinted at her, "Nonsense, do you think I’m so ungrateful?"
Jun Yiyi huffed internally; would this demon even know how to write the word "ungrateful"? If he did, she’d read her own na backward.
But she understood his nature sowhat. Since he said it, he would definitely keep his word.
But, in fact, the mischievous little drama in Fengye Wuyin’s mind was like this: Once releasing her happily, then capturing her miserably all over again~~
Exactly, he would indeed let her go, but he never said he wouldn’t capture her again. Hey, that doesn’t break his promise.
He was too clever.
Jun Yiyi certainly hadn’t expected him to be so insidious, or else she would have smashed his head in with a hamr imdiately.
Soon, it was ti for the two art exchange segnts. After the two musicians ahead perford their beautiful music, it was finally Jun Yiyi’s turn.
Jun Yiyi took a deep breath, feeling sowhat nervous.
Because she didn’t know what Fengye Wuyin was planning, but she felt there was no way he would cause a scene in such a setting, so she wasn’t too concerned.
Jun Yiyi sat down at the piano on stage; soone had already given the sheet music to the orchestra beside her.
At this mont, however, Fengye Wuyin slowly walked up, ca to her side, and gave her a slight smile.
Jun Yiyi was stunned; he hadn’t ntioned anything about coming up before. What was this about?
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