hear the voice of the soul

Chapter 24 Venus ([-])

Tang Yumo woke up to a burst of ethereal and melodious violin music.

The eyelashes are still tangled and struggling to open completely, and the half-closed eyes reveal a faint round halo, like soft round rainbows contained in the eyes.

The music stopped, and the surroundings were immediately silent.

She turned her head sideways and looked at the source of the light. The huge golden velvet curtains that fell to the floor were not tightly closed, revealing the corners of the winter sunlight. As she blinked, they also turned into patterns inlaid on the curtains. A soft round rainbow.

This is not her rental house.

Is it in a dream?
She tried to get up, and then felt pain all over her body, from her hair, to her lips, to her chest, to her arms, to her waist, to her back, to her back, to her ankles, bursting out of tearing pain one after another, like a skin bag It was as if the flesh and blood had been tossed, crumbled and stitched together again.

She gave up trying to sit up and looked around quietly.

It's a pretty generous space.

Yes, it's not like a room, but an indescribable space.To her left is a huge French window, hung with gorgeous fuchsia gold velvet curtains.The opposite side of her was empty without any furniture, until the end, and at the end, there was a huge white wall with a huge banner oil painting hanging, which was very shocking.

In the center of the oil painting is a naked blonde girl. Her long hair is disheveled in the wind, floating on the girl's immature and slightly green sensitive parts. There is a touch of sadness and confusion on the girl's face, her body is fair and plump but delicate and weak , stepping on a piece of fan-shaped shell, slowly rising from the calm and slightly blue sea, with the gods of wind and spring guarding her attentively on the left and right respectively, and the pale pink petals are falling quietly with the wind.

She knew that this was Botticelli's masterpiece "The Birth of Venus". Although it was an enlarged copy in front of her, it was already very vivid.Of course, the original work is collected in the Uffizi Gallery in Florence, so it is hard to see its true colors.When she was taking Western art history class, she liked this painting very much. She once wanted to save enough money to have a good time watching it, but she just thought about it. Poor people don’t deserve luxury dreams, right?

Scanning to the right, he was blocked by a huge European-style retro-style bed.

The standard five-star hotel bed sheets with jacquard satin dotted with clean white cross patterns seem to have a delicate texture of at least 60 thread counts.

She suddenly realized that she was sleeping—on the ground! ?

And still—on the hotel floor? !

What surprised her even more was that her right hand was holding another broad palm, and that warm palm held her slender fingers tightly.

She tried to think back to last night.
Splitting headache
Like a hangover, with no memory of what happened.

There is a faint premonition in my heart, but I can't find any clues.

With great effort with his left hand, he gently lifted a corner of the brocade quilt that wrapped him, but unexpectedly, unexpectedly, there was no thread!

"what--"

She howled loudly.

The next moment, he was dragged onto the bed by the whole person's arms.

"Can you change the word 'ah' a little bit, every time you look like a crazy woman, your ears can hear cocoons."

Gu Yihan's sleepy face was reflected in Tang Yumo's eyes.

Xu Shi had just woken up, his face was not frozen yet, and his lines were much softer than usual.

Gu Yihan's words are not surprising and endless.

(End of this chapter)