Fight with One's Life
Very quickly, a Palace Maid came up with a lute in his arms.
As Bai Di sat down, a pair of bare hands caressed the strings of the pipa. The beautiful sound of the pipa was like gurgling water, pouring out in torrents.
Following the sound of the zither, Zheng Yan's hand formed a beautiful orchid shape, and slowly stretched out from her waist. Then, it swept past her body as her waist sank.
Her waist was as soft as a willow. Her figure outlined an attractive curve, and she wore a sweet smile that had never been seen before.
Looking at Zheng Yan's elegant dance, everyone was stunned for a moment.
"This... This is the Miss Zheng? "
"Oh, it hurts! God, I'm not dreaming! Miss Zheng really knows how to dance. "
Seeing that the crowd's expression had changed from disbelief to shock, Bai Di gritted her teeth as a stern look flashed past her eyes.