Mu Xi’s cheeks instantly flushed, and the roots of her ears beneath her silver hair were nearly burning.
She bit her lower lip, unsure how to answer such a direct question.
“Can I take a look?” Ling Yue suddenly asked, her voice carrying a professional calmness, yet laced with a certain secretive curiosity.
Mu Xi snapped her head up, her eyes full of shock and confusion.
She opened her mouth, but no sound came out, as if she had been frozen in place by the request.
Ling Yue watched Mu Xi’s reaction, the corners of her lips lifting ever so slightly, a trace of hard-to-detect amusement flickering in her cool eyes.
“If you’re unwilling, just pretend I never said anything,” her voice was calm, yet had an undeniable magnetism, “I’m only curious, there’s no other meaning.”
With that, she turned around gracefully, her long hair drawing a beautiful arc as she moved.
“Wait!” Mu Xi suddenly reached out and grabbed Ling Yue’s wrist, the warmth of the touch making her heart race.
Her cheeks were already covered with a blush, and the roots of her ears beneath her silver hair were scorching.
“It-it’s fine… If you want to see, I can show you.”
As her words fell, Mu Xi’s trembling hands slowly lifted her skirt.
Beneath the soft fabric, a distinct bulge on her panties was exposed in the gentle light of the Practice Room.
The mark left by the Vibrator, which Ye Lan had forcibly placed inside her, was clearly visible.
Ling Yue crouched down calmly, those usually proud eyes now focused and meticulous in their observation.
“Can I lift it for a look?” Her voice remained professionally cool, yet a subtle tremor was barely concealed.
Mu Xi bit her lower lip and nodded lightly, her hands clenched into fists so tightly that her nails dug painfully into her palms.
Ling Yue’s slender fingers gently moved the fabric aside, revealing the petite Vibrator, which was currently switched off.
“With something like this inside… how does it feel?” she asked, looking up, her eyes sparkling with an explorer’s curiosity for the unknown.
“It’s… hard to describe…”
Mu Xi answered in a whisper, her voice so soft it was nearly inaudible, “Sometimes there’s a strange feeling… Like a current running through my body… Sometimes, when I walk, the friction makes it… makes it…”
She couldn’t finish, simply covering her burning face with her hands.
Ling Yue observed thoughtfully, her eyes filled with curiosity and a desire to explore the unknown, just like a scientist encountering a new discovery.
Yet within that curiosity, something more complex was hidden, perhaps even unknown to herself.
Seeing Mu Xi so flustered she could barely speak, Ling Yue didn’t press further.
She gently took her by the wrist and led her to sit at the piano.
Mu Xi’s wrist was delicate and warm, the sensation making Ling Yue’s fingertips pause ever so slightly, but she quickly regained her professional composure.
“Let’s continue with last time’s practice today.” Ling Yue’s voice regained its usual cold elegance, as if the curious woman from moments ago had never existed.
Mu Xi nodded gratefully, her long hair swaying gently and hiding her still-blushing cheeks.
She turned her attention to the piano keys, her slender fingers dancing over the black and white keys as if she’d found a safe haven.
Ling Yue stood to the side, observing Mu Xi’s every movement with focused attention.
The results of her teaching during this time left her very satisfied.
Mu Xi not only had an extraordinary gift, but also possessed an exceptional passion and perseverance for learning.
In the oppressive environment of the Manor, many had long since broken down, but Mu Xi still clung to her love and pursuit of music.
This tenacious willpower stood in stark contrast to her delicate appearance, further awakening Ling Yue’s deep protective instincts.
“You’re progressing quickly.” Ling Yue rarely offered praise, but now her cool gaze held a touch of warmth.
“Your fingerwork is more fluid, though your emotional expression could still be richer.”
The lesson continued in a professional and harmonious atmosphere, time slipping by unnoticed as the sunlight outside the window turned to the bright light of noon.
“It’s about time,” Ling Yue glanced at the clock on the wall, “One last exercise for today: an impromptu self-play and sing. After that, you can rest.”
Mu Xi took a deep breath, her fingers gently falling onto the keys.
With no preparation, she began to play a melody she’d never played before, her clear voice rising, pure and moving as a mountain stream.
The lyrics felt like spontaneous creations, yet also as if they’d been long brewing in her heart.
Every note perfectly expressed complex emotions.
Ling Yue stood beside her, her originally calm eyes slowly widening.
She’d seen countless musical prodigies, but never one with such astonishing improvisational ability.
The song’s melody, harmony, and lyrics were all masterpieces of design—how could this have been made up on the spot?
“Did you prepare this in advance?” As Mu Xi struck the final note, Ling Yue couldn’t help but ask, her voice barely hiding her shock.
“No,” Mu Xi answered softly, her eyes shining with sincerity, “It just came to me.”
Ling Yue gazed at Mu Xi, unable to express her inner astonishment.
Such talent, such brilliance, trapped here in this Manor, like a precious gem buried in the earth—what a tragedy.
Her resolve to take Mu Xi away grew even firmer.
After lunch, Mu Xi walked lightly back to her room.
Pushing open the door, she saw Ye Lan standing before her wardrobe, her tall figure casting an elegant silhouette in the sunlight.
Mu Xi didn’t hesitate.
She walked straight up to Ye Lan and wrapped her slender arms around her waist, and tilted her small face up at her.
The height difference was especially obvious now.
She herself was a petite 1.5 meters, while Ye Lan stood at least 1.72 meters tall.
The contrast made Mu Xi wonder if she had somehow grown shorter lately, hoping it was just her imagination.
Ye Lan lowered her head, her long fingers gently brushing through Mu Xi’s silver hair, her eyes gleaming with delight.
“For tonight’s performance, what do you want to wear?” Her voice was as smooth as velvet, yet carried an unyielding firmness, “It must be the most beautiful dress.”
Mu Xi carefully selected from the wardrobe, knowing Ye Lan would surely prefer those overly revealing styles.
Her fingers lingered on a white evening gown—an elegant backless dress, at least proper enough to maintain basic dignity.
“How about this one?” Mu Xi carefully took out the white dress, hoping to gain Ye Lan’s approval.
Ye Lan’s lips curved into a meaningful smile and asked, “What if you wore it backwards tonight?”
Mu Xi instantly understood her suggestion, her cheeks immediately flushing.
“Wouldn’t that expose everything in front?” she shook her head in panic, her voice trembling from embarrassment, “No…”
Ye Lan laughed softly and pinched Mu Xi’s cheek, her eyes glinting with a dangerous and enchanting light.
In the end, Ye Lan pulled out an outfit from deep in the wardrobe that could hardly be called “clothing” at all.
It was an extreme and revealing design, made from a combination of sheer black lace and delicate metal chains.
The upper half consisted only of two thin lace straps crossing over the most sensitive part of her chest, with the back completely bare.
Gold chains draped around her waist, tinkling softly as she moved.
The lower half was a very short, sheer skirt that barely covered the curve of her hips.
The hem was trimmed with tiny crystals that sparkled enticingly in the light.
The entire ensemble looked more like a performance costume designed to please the audience, rather than a formal dress, leaving almost all of Mu Xi’s petite figure exposed.
Seeing this outfit, all color drained from Mu Xi’s face, only to return as a fierce blush.
She subconsciously stepped back, her voice trembling with alarm, “Master… this… this isn’t clothing…”
“This is the one.” Ye Lan’s tone brooked no refusal, her eyes full of anticipation.
“I want to see you wear it, and show your beauty before everyone.”