Someone commented, "Your collarbones are so beautiful, I want to raise fish in them."
There were even comments like, "Sister, I don't know what your sexual orientation is, but if you're into guys, could you loosen the standards a bit? I'd love to be a fish in your pond."
In the room, Jensen Sterling held his phone, watching the constant stream of comments, and his lips were tightly pursed, his gaze quite unfriendly.
If possible, he would probably want to pull that clothing down to cover her glowing white waist, or even carry her off the stage and lock her in a room where only he could see.
Although he knew that was impossible, his fingers gripped the phone tighter.
...
After the stage ended, Mia Sutton and Lynn Joyner stood in the middle of the stage, breathing slightly due to the high difficulty and large movements of the dance, their chests rising and falling slightly, with beads of sweat seeping from their foreheads, making strands of hair damp.
