Ji Wu Jiu was seating in a pavilion holding a zither. Ding Ding Dang Dang, music was coming from the zither, very pleasing to the ear, but within that, you can slightly feel some sort of killing intent?
Xu Cai Ren was dancing along with the music. She was wearing a green dress, material very soft, moving along with her body while she danced.
Ji Wu Jiu was not paying attention to her, his eyes were not looking anywhere, his fingers playing the instrument was increasing in speed, the sound was slowly becoming like a few thousand horses running towards their enemy. Xu Cai Ren’s movements started to get messy, and eventually could not follow, a misstep and she fell.
The music suddenly stopped.
Ji Wu Jiu was looking at Ye Zhen Zhen who was standing not too far away, his fingers was pressing on to the zither’s string, and the tight string was starting to cause his fingers to ache.
He was not in a good mood, but who knew, Ye Zhen Zhen was not happy too. From her opinion, when doing that type of thing with man, and will feel disgusted is a type of weird disease, and Ji Wu Jiu is the root of the disease. Therefore as long as he appears, it will remind her “You are ill”
How can she be not angry