Facing Yu Lan's expectant eyes, Sheng Yiqing simply couldn't bring himself to refuse.
He could only agree, crestfallen.
"Fine."
"Whatever you say."
'When I get back, I have to tell Huo Zhanting and the others about this, even if I get a beating for it.'
'As long as Lanlan and Yu Wenzhou don't get another chance to see each other, it'll be fine.'
Sheng Yiqing breathed a sigh of relief at the thought, but his heart remained on high alert.
「Half an hour later.」
「Backstage at the concert.」
Yu Wenzhou had just come offstage, his handsome face still covered in a light sheen of sweat from singing and dancing.
The white shirt he wore was slightly soaked, clinging to his skin and revealing a hint of sensual flesh beneath.
A bead of sweat trickled down his pale, refined chin before disappearing with a soft drip into the hollow of his collarbone, onto his equally pale chest.
