My Presumptuous Request

As she spoke, Yun Niang once again brought the wine cup in front of Qin Xiaoyao.

Qin Xiaoyao smiled as she received it.

"Haha! What's there to despise? How many women in this world are as generous and beautiful as Yun Niang?" After saying that, Qin Xiaoyao drained the wine in her cup.

Yun Niang's face turned red when she heard Qin Xiaoyao's forthright comments.

After all, which woman didn't like to be praised for her beauty?

At this moment, a new performance began on the stage on the first floor.

Qin Xiaoyao didn't take it seriously at first, but with her excellent eyesight, she saw the person on the stage clearly and was stunned at once.

This was because that person was none other than the young man she had saved on the street this morning.

Mm-hmm… The one who was called Liu Ling.

A young man in a white robe was dancing in the middle of the stage with a long sword in his hand.