Ah Qing stood on the stage, gently pinching the corner of her skirt with her thumb and index finger. The thought of performing a seductive act to catch Miss Yun's eye made her feel as if she was living a different life.
The Holy Sect's lady now has a second chance at life.
Her new pursuit—being a good courtesan.
Click.
"Ms. Qing, you... lower your skirt a little." Huang'Er opened her fingers to cover her eyes, her face slightly reddened.
She didn't know where to look.
Ah Qing tilted her head.
"There are two layers of lining underneath, didn't you pick it for me?"
"That's what I said, but the way you look... forget it." Huang'Er pouted, "Anyway, once you start dancing on stage, the skirt won't cover much."
Upon hearing this, Ah Qing blinked and then asked with a smile.
"Jealous?"
"Yes."
Huang'Er didn't deny it, yet Ah Qing smiled even more happily.
After all, she's just a young girl, a jar of jealousy.
