Chapter 82: Inexplicable Feelings
The rain was still streaming down outside of the window. The misty fogs remained vast and indistinct.
In the mountains, only the moving and beautiful sounds of the lute could be heard, like a song of the angels.
Dongfang Jingyue was in front of the window while holding her red lute. Her slender fingers gently jumped back and forth on top of the strings and played the “Sleep in the Rain” tune, bewildering people.
“In the calm evening, the chaotic fogs flew everywhere~ Suddenly woken up from a tranquil sleep, it was the misty wind under the moon again~ Strolling leisurely under the vague starlight~ The queen of the night in the lonely desolace, the temple in the north lasting forever~ Crystal clear drop after drop came down with the sweet fragrance of the rain~ The flowers were silenced, and he still had not slept~”
The sound of the lute was wonderful, but her singing voice was even more charming!
Feng Feiyun’s eyes became blurry and his deep black pupils became more drowsy. His head became heavy as if he wanted to fall deep asleep within this song.
The “Sleep in the Rain” was a song that hypnotized the will of others!
Dongfang Jingyue was softly singing while gazing at Feng Feiyun, who was gradually passing out. Her alluring pair of eyes smiled like two crescent moons.
However, just when she felt that her grand deed was accomplished, along with gusts of wind breaking, there came the sound of a flute playing in the rain. There were many people coming closer, they were all masters. Especially the one playing the flute, that one was particularly powerful. Their cultivation must be unfathomable.
Her lute suddenly became chaotic and Feng Feiyun shivered before he came into being. In his heart, he shouted that it was a close call. Earlier, if he was really mesmerized by Dongfang Jingyue’s lute, then wouldn’t she be able to do whatever she wanted?
Feng Feiyun couldn’t help but cover his own body as he shot an unfriendly gaze at Dongfang Jingyue. If this damned grandma took advantage of when he was sleeping and indecently assaulted him, then he would really have lost too much.
“Jing Huan Mountain is indeed a heavenly ground with talented characters. In such a deep mountain, one can find such a supreme sound of the lute. If this Young Noble isn’t wrong, then inside must be a peerless beauty.”