Chopin's nocturne!
Li Wanqing played a piece with deep emotion, her entire being seemed to be immersed in it, her elegant posture, and the undulating curves almost mesmerized Zhao Tienan.
Actually, Zhao Tienan didn't understand music at all.
No matter how classic Chopin's nocturne was, he could only listen to the excitement, without understanding its mystery.
However, he could see that Li Wanqing's nervousness had eased a lot, and in this atmosphere, some of her nerves were even starting to relax as they should.
The next second, Zhao Tienan took action.
"Hmm, you, ah..."
In the midst of her emotional performance, Li Wanqing suddenly let out a soft gasp, causing the piano notes to become jumbled across several scales.
Because Zhao Tienan suddenly launched an attack from behind her, his warm and big hands tightly clasped her slender waist, and his burning lips heavily kissed the pale skin of her neck.
