A Good-for-Nothing Girl Transmigrates to the Tang Dynasty and Turns Her Life Around

The sounds grew clearer and clearer. At first, there was a low murmur, like a spring breeze brushing over flower petals, tender and filled with lingering affection. Then came one breathy gasp after another, like a nightingale singing, sweet and enticing. A carved lattice window beside a room's door had not been fully shut. Faint candlelight shone through the gap, swaying as shadows moved inside. The sounds of a man and woman making love within grew more and more fervent. The door to another room stood half open, and every sound inside spilled out without restraint. A woman's laughter rang out, clear as silver bells swaying in the wind. It was followed by the soft rustle of clothing, a sound that seemed to carry warmth and set the imagination running wild. Sounds drifted from every room, weaving together. Yun Qianqian felt her heart beating faster and faster. A sudden, stabbing pain came, and she lost consciousness. When she awoke, she saw a carved bed and red silk curtains. The air was thick with the scent of cosmetics. She was stunned. Hadn't she been staying up late watching a transmigration drama and eating potato chips? How had everything changed the moment she opened her eyes? The memories of Yun Qianqian's former life flooded into her mind. Now she understood: she had transmigrated, and to top it all off, she had landed in a brothel! Good heavens, a woman who had never even dated had transmigrated into a brothel!!! She thought this was even worse than transmigrating.