Xu Xia turned her face to the side, glanced back, raised her hand, and ended the performance with a beautiful dance pose.
The audience erupted in thunderous applause.
Amidst the sound of whistles, Leng Zirui already leaped onto the stage, presenting the bouquet Ah Ke prepared to her.
"Honey, this is for you."
Goodness, his wife's live performance—how could he not give her flowers?
"Thank you."
Xu Xia accepted the flowers from his hand.
On stage, she couldn't exactly ignore him, could she?
Unexpectedly, Leng Zirui took the chance to embrace her along with the flowers in his arms.
"I love the way you sing; I feel like I'm in love!"
His voice was low and pleasant in her ear, and of course, he didn't dare to use Chinese.
There was a strange emotion in his voice, and Xu Xia's heart fluttered inexplicably, momentarily forgetting to push him away.
The feeling of being hugged made her think of Leng Zirui instantly.
