"Hmph!"
Qin Ying snorted coldly, then began to make his way up to the second floor.
"Young Master, would you prefer to have Nuannuan play the zither or recite poetry for you?"
Nuannuan sat beside Chen Xuan, her upper body slightly leaning against him, personally feeding him wine.
"Good wine! Excellent wine!"
Chen Xuan did not answer but instead praised the wine. Meanwhile, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Qin Ying approaching, so he twisted Nuannuan's delicate chin with a large hand to face Qin Ying.
"However much reward you wish to receive today depends on how well you can please this gentleman."
"Rest assured, Young Master, while Nuannuan may not have other skills, she has absolute confidence in serving others!"
She laughed as she stood up, swaying her hips slightly, and slowly approached Qin Ying, her eyes watery as they gazed at him.
"Young Master, please have a seat!"
