Senior Sister, characteristically wearing the black frosted mask on her face, brushed her long hair back, clearly revealing her beautiful jawline. The snow-white curve traced downward to the elegantly crafted collarbone below her swan-like neck, with the black gauze setting off her fair skin. She seemed serene, but the moment she opened her eyes, the seductive charm within seemed like a siren capable of beguiling the world.
The piano, initially wild, gradually calmed down, the melody lines getting faster and more intense. The urgency was like a pair of feet ceaselessly stamping on the heart, stirring every nerve under the skin to seem misplaced, causing a heart-pounding rush yet irresistibly making the blood boil with excitement.
"This is too awesome!"
"Even Tang Wu herself couldn't play the piano this fast, could she?"
"How many hands does she have, for goodness' sake, we can't even do that rhythm with four hands playing together..."
