So close, Mu Yiliang could scrutinize this man more clearly.
At this mont, she finally realized that this man was wearing makeup! The foundation, eyeliner, and lip liner were all exquisite! The heavy base concealed the subtle lines on his face. Mu Yiliang finally confird that this man was not young anymore.
The strange feeling in her heart grew stronger. At this mont, Nie Qing had already started spinning her around. The bright red skirt flared out, creating waves, and Mu Yiliang heard the man’s increasingly heavy breathing.
"Do you like it?" he suddenly murmured, "You love dancing the most, but you once said that no man could match your rhythm and lead you to spin. Now I can do it!"
His pace quickened, forcing Mu Yiliang to follow his rhythm, and soon she was dizzy!
This pervert!
She felt increasingly dizzy, her steps gradually faltered, and finally, she stepped on the man’s foot!
Nie Qing’s movents finally slowed, and he sounded disappointed: "Are you already no longer capable?"
Mu Yiliang rolled her eyes: "Look carefully! I’m not the woman you think I am!"
The man paused, finally releasing her, looking her up and down for a long ti, trying to figure out sothing or searching for sothing.
"No matter how much I resemble that woman, I am not her. Please rember, my na is Mu Yiliang!" she said, bending over and suppressing the urge to vomit, "Did you go to all this trouble to find just to have a substitute? Unfortunately, you’ll be disappointed; I’m not soone else, I am just myself!"
Nie Qing was silent for a long ti, then suddenly laughed: "Who you are doesn’t matter to ."
Mu Yiliang rolled her eyes at him.
"Do as I say if you want to survive," he said lightly, then turned and left.
Mu Yiliang watched his back, feeling a bout of anger!
Did this man bring her here to transform her into what he wanted?
Mu Yiliang bit her lip and optimistically thought, at least her life wasn’t in danger, and she wouldn’t be turned into a human specin, right?
After Nie Qing left, the two servants from earlier appeared again with a dining cart. Mu Yiliang was afraid that there was sothing in the food and resolutely refused to eat. The maid didn’t insist either, placing the food and leaving, leaving the large villa with only her once again.
She imdiately and relentlessly searched everywhere but found no communication devices, as expected.
She didn’t know where she was and couldn’t contact anyone.
Mu Yiliang sat on the sofa, sowhat frustrated!
Clearly, she had been so, so careful, why did this still happen? Did it really an she had to stay ho, layer upon layer of protection, not stepping out or contacting anyone to ensure her safety? Even if she wasn’t hard, what was the point? But thinking about Yan Sijue, she felt a pang of guilt.
In the following two days, Nie Qing didn’t appear again, but she was forced to learn dancing, embroidery, and there were people coming to teach her calligraphy, painting, and tea ceremonies!
Mu Yiliang felt she was about to collapse! It looked like Nie Qing genuinely intended to transform her into that woman he had in mind!
But the subjects were overwhelmingly nurous. Mu Yiliang couldn’t help but wonder who that woman resembling her really was. Judging by her familiarity with these topics, she seed to be a well-trained high-society lady.
And with Nie Qing’s status, how could he have co in contact with such a woman?
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