HRPM – Chapter 258 A Dance That Will Make You Breath Cough (2)

Gradually, the surroundings fell silent. Every eye was fixed on Jin Luoluo, anxiously awaiting her dance. Then, suddenly, the stirring sounds of gongs, drums, and reed pipes rang out. Unlike the soft, gentle melodies popular at the time, this music carried a strong air of mystery and exotic allure.

“This Jin Shuang’er is not only arrogant, she also loves making a spectacle of herself. How could Seventeenth Uncle possibly support someone like her?” Xiao Che was utterly puzzled by his uncle’s enthusiastic backing of the woman.

With his arms folded, Xiao Yu watched the gauze enclosure with interest.

“I’m just curious how she plans to dance inside that tent. I don’t have x-ray vision, so I can’t see through it. Besides, she’s wearing such a long phoenix-tail skirt—it can’t be easy to dance in that. Either she’s incredibly foolish or incredibly clever. I hope she surprises me.”

Seated beside Xiao Che, Yang Ruoyao overheard their conversation and looked down on Jin Shuang’er even more.

Suddenly, cries of astonishment erupted from the crowd gathered around the lake.

The instant the music began, the previously dim gauze enclosure suddenly lit up, as if a bright moon had appeared inside it. The light cast the silhouette of the young woman onto the gauze curtains.

With a loud beat of the drum, a red phoenix-tail skirt flew out from within the enclosure and landed on the stage.

Everyone was stirred by this dramatic and unexpected transformation.

The men, in particular, could not help letting their imaginations run wild at the sight of the discarded skirt. Could it be that the veiled young lady was now wearing nothing but an undergarment?

That red phoenix-tail skirt set many hearts racing. Quite a few men wished they could blow away the obstructing gauze screens and catch a glimpse of the beauty within.

As the strange and exotic music continued, the girl inside began moving in time with the rhythm, swaying like a graceful serpent.

Having removed her outer skirt, her figure appeared slender and enchanting, her curves breathtakingly elegant. Through the dancing shadow projected onto the gauze, the audience could tell that she seemed to be wearing very little. At the very least, her arms and waist were bare.

The men grew increasingly captivated, unable to take their eyes off the silhouette dancing behind the curtains.

Upon the gauze screen, her slender fingers bloomed like lotus flowers, rising slowly into the air. Her supple body, flexible as a willow branch, moved with effortless grace. Though obscured, they could still make out the elegant sway of her waist and the occasional lift of her hips, sending ripples of fluid motion through her dance.

The clear, tinkling sound of golden bells accompanied her movements, sometimes soft, sometimes rapid, matching the intensity of her dance and teasing the audience’s sensitive nerves.

“Interesting. It seems her arrogance may actually be justified.”