Don't mess with that Miao boy, he's sickly and perverted.

The surging malevolent energy slowly solidified, transforming into a black serpent shadow several times larger than the red dragon, which raised its head menacingly, ready to devour it in the next second.

Just as the black snake, brimming with malevolent energy, was about to pounce, a flurry of footsteps approached from outside the door, accompanied by the clear, bell-like laughter of girls.

"Bang!"

The door was pushed open forcefully.

The boy suddenly clenched his palm, and the murderous aura instantly receded into his body.

The speed was so fast that when the murderous aura suddenly rushed into his bones and blood, a dull pain struck him, causing him to groan.

The sinister killing intent that had been surging in Wu Li's eyes receded like the tide, and when he looked up, it was quietly replaced by a trace of helplessness and panic.

Chai Xiaomi ran ahead with a smile, followed by a group of flower girls of similar age.

Green, red, purple, and blue birds chirped and chattered, their laughter as lively as a hundred birds frolicking in the forest on the mountain!

Wu Li suddenly felt a splitting headache, and without even taking off his shoes, he turned around and slipped behind the tent curtain.

The red dragon was already so frightened that it shrank into the corner of the bed, curled up stiffly, and dared not move.

Oh wow, that was close!

It was so close to seeing its great-grandmother.

Through the gaps in the gauze curtain, Wu Li saw the courtesans holding various kinds of rouge, eyebrow powder, and lipstick, swarming around Chai Xiaomi like sparrows, chattering incessantly.

"Xiaomi, Xiaomi, how did you apply that 'orgasm blush' on your face? Quickly try it again with my color!"

"And that one I just demonstrated... it's called 'Korean-style plump lips,' right? It looks so good! I want to get one too!"

"I need highlighter! I need under-eye bags! Xiaomi, do my makeup first, I've been waiting in line to watch tutorials for ages!"

"Stop, stop, stop!" Chai Xiaomi rushed to the table, poured herself a glass of water, gulped it down to moisten her throat, then turned around and raised her hands, making a stop gesture.

"Babies, that's all for today. I'll hold another class another time when I have more time. For those who didn't learn something, I'll give you a number later so we can take turns, and next time you won't have to wait around!"

These courtesans were used to hearing their patrons call them "baby," "beauty," "darling," etc., in such greasy and disgusting ways that it made them want to vomit.

Hearing the girl in front of me call me "baby" in her clear, soft voice is like heavenly music pouring into my ears. I feel like I'm being coaxed into a dreamy, euphoric state, my heart bubbling with happiness.

What made them even more envious was the girl's nimble hands. With just a few strokes and sweeps on her face, her features instantly became exquisite, and her whole being radiant.

They make a living this way by relying on their figures and faces, and they put a lot of effort into their makeup and styling.

However, no matter how they were depicted, there were only a few styles. Apart from the flower ornaments on the forehead being changed frequently to distinguish the different ranks of the flower maids, the makeup on their faces was always the same, thick and heavy, making it hard to breathe.

But the makeup that Xiaomi applied looked like she wasn't wearing any makeup at all. There wasn't a trace of cosmetics, yet her complexion instantly improved, making her radiant and full of energy.

Take, for example, the "orgasm blush" she demonstrated herself.

That was absolutely amazing!

Two rosy blushes spread faintly from her fair cheeks, like the rising tide washing over the sandy shore, gently rippling up layer by layer.

Her face was like a rose blooming in the rain, soaked by the rain again and again, stunningly fragile, yet exuding an indescribable charm that made one's heart flutter with a tingling heat.

The courtesans understand this kind of seductive charm best.

That was the blush that would appear on a woman's face when she experienced ecstasy, the kind that could drive patrons wild and infatuated. Who would have thought that this image could be captured by Xiaomi's scrolling feed?

Chai Xiaomi found a brand new bamboo scroll under the treasure cabinet, untied the rope, separated the bamboo strips one by one, took out a brush, wrote a number on each bamboo strip, and finally distributed them to the flower girls in order.

"Next time we'll call out numbers, and those whose numbers are called will come and learn from me first. Each person will have half an incense stick's time, so please don't fight or rush, everyone will get their turn."

The flower sellers eagerly stretched out their hands, waiting for the millet pieces to be handed out one by one. Each person who received a bamboo piece felt as if they had found a treasure, and a happy smile spread across their face.

Among them were some sweet-talkers who immediately said things to make her happy: "I've been in the Illusionary Sound Pavilion for so long, and this is the first time I've seen a girl like Xiaomi who is top-notch in every way, from looks to figure. Your husband is truly blessed!"

"Xiao Mi is lucky! Her husband's looks were the talk of the town the day he arrived." A courtesan nearby said enviously, "Unlike us, we're lucky if we occasionally meet a young master from a noble family, but most of the time we're just ugly ducklings..."

The phrase "crooked melons and cracked dates" made everyone laugh.

Everyone chimed in, listing the ugliest, fattest, oldest, and even the fastest and smallest ones they had ever taken on.

The further they talked, the more explicit the topics became.

Chai Xiaomi stood there awkwardly, her toes digging into the ground, her face already flushed red.

She considers herself a modern woman who has seen movies, read posts, followed erotic comics, and occasionally utters a few risqué remarks in 18+ chats with her friends.

But in front of these seasoned, combat-ready soldiers, she seemed like a clueless rookie.

My mind went blank, and I was at a loss.

Just then, an older courtesan approached with a curious look, winking and asking, "Xiao Mi, based on my years of experience... tell me the truth, your husband isn't young, is he?"

She wasn't referring to age, of course.

Chai Xiaomi: !!!

Aa ...

What on earth is all this?!

How would she know! She didn't see it with her own eyes!

A very slight tremor came from the bed. The red dragon was terrified and secretly raised its eyes to peek. It saw its master kneeling against the headboard, his breathing was chaotic but he suppressed it tightly. His thin lips were pressed into a straight line, and dark currents surged in his eyes, as if something was struggling to break free.

With a flushed face, Chai Xiaomi opened her arms and pushed the girls away like she was herding chicks: "I'm tired, I need to rest. Let's chat another day, another day..."

The courtesans, seeing her flushed face, laughed and dispersed.

Only after the crowd had gone far away did Chai Xiaomi breathe a sigh of relief. Just as she was about to close the door, she saw a timid little girl standing alone outside.

It was Xiangyun, the musician who played the guzheng.

I heard that the musicians in the pavilion only sell their art, not their bodies.

Upon learning of this, Chai Xiaomi breathed a silent sigh of relief.

"Can I...can I get a number too?" Xiangyun asked softly, her eyes lowered.

Seeing a hint of surprise flash across Chai Xiaomi's eyes, she quickly explained, "I wasn't trying to please my client, I just..."

She raised her face, her eyes reflecting a faint yet persistent light.

"I just want my beloved to see me at my most beautiful when he first sees my face. I believe he will one day be able to see the true nature of this world."

Chai Xiaomi blurted out, "Is your sweetheart named Xiaoman?"

"You know him?" Xiangyun's timidity lessened at the mention of Xiaoman, and her eyes lit up with a lively smile.

"Hmm, he's a nice guy, very kind-hearted." Chai Xiaomi recalled that the young man was very polite and kindly reminded her not to wander around the Huanyin Pavilion at night, obviously afraid that she would encounter a lecher. He was a clear-headed and considerate person.

Xiangyun was overjoyed to hear someone praise Xiaoman.

This was the first time someone genuinely appreciated Xiaoman, instead of calling him "that blind man who washes chamber pots" with disdain.

Xiangyun took the last bamboo strip from Chai Xiaomi and, noticing the circle drawn on it, paused slightly, "This is...?"

Chai Xiaomi covered her lips and leaned closer, lowering her voice mysteriously, "This is number zero, even earlier than one. I secretly added you to the queue, so don't tell anyone. When I start my class, you'll be the first one I teach."

"Thank you, Xiaomi!" Xiangyun happily hugged the bamboo strip and bowed to her, her movements precise and methodical, clearly learned from Xiaoman, before running away.

Watching her retreating figure, Chai Xiaomi sighed: Ah, mutual love is so beautiful!