There were about a dozen of misses in the room and in front of each of them was a Qin. But few of them paid attention to the Qin. Most of them just obsessively looked at Bai Yihao's charming and attractive face with flushed faces. And several of them looked at his long fingers...
Mo Xuetong looked and saw an empty seat at her left rear. She quietly turned around and sat there.
There was a stove burning in the room, so it was quite warm. There was a thick cotton cushion in front of all of them. In front of the cushion was a Qin, and there was an incense by the side, whose scent spread slowly and smelled refreshing.
Mo Xuetong seated herself on the cotton cushion and impatiently reached out to push the Qin which was too close to her. She couldn't possibly play in such a close distance. However, of course, most of them didn't come to learn the Qin.
