After picking up the poor little girl from a wealthy family, he was entangled

Wei Mi looked focused and said seriously, "If you like watching this kind of performance, then I will show it to you."

He bit his lip and said word by word, "Okay?"

Soda looked at Wei Mi's face in front of him and blinked.

The image of the performers in the dance troupe suddenly pulling off their shirts and pants to the rhythm of the music flashed quickly through her mind.

However, there was an additional lead dancer named Wei Mi.

Soda vaguely felt his nose getting hot, and quickly touched the tip of his nose - luckily, no blood was felt.

Fortunately, she didn't really bleed from the nose, otherwise she would have embarrassed the old man...

Before, Soda was just appreciating the singing and dancing, and didn’t think much of it. At most, he was a little shocked by the ending pose.

But now, hearing Wei Mi say that he wanted to perform for her, she unconsciously simulated the scene in her mind... Soda suddenly felt that the temptation of this song and dance performance had risen several levels.

Although Soda had only touched and felt Wei Mi's figure, and had not really seen him wearing cool clothes, he only brought his face into the picture...

Soda imagined that if the male model with the charming dancing posture was wearing Wei Mi's face... then she would probably not leave any regrets about this meeting.

She won't give regrets a chance!

Soda naturally withdrew his hand that was checking whether he had a nosebleed and pretended that nothing had happened.

She looked at Wei Mi's beautiful eyes and coughed lightly: "Well, Master, your clothes may not be easy to tear..."

Although it was the first time for Soda to see the singing and dancing performance of the male models, but from the very smooth way they ripped their clothes...she could still see the effort the club had put into the costumes of the staff.

Although the outfit her young master was wearing today looked good, it was obviously not easy to tear off.

Wei Mi was stunned for a moment, and after realizing what Soda meant, his face flushed, "No, no... I mean, not that kind of performance..."

He was anxious to express his feelings: "I mean, I mean...I'll sing a song for you, okay?"

Soda: Huh? No?

Although he felt a little disappointed, Soda quickly cheered up - come to think of it, the young master only said that he wanted to perform, but he didn't say it would be a clothes-revealing performance.

How is a singing performance not a performance?

Well, her thoughts were really led astray by the club's routine, which is why she thought of something not so pure at the first moment.

Soda: I am pure by nature, male models have misled me.

But when it comes to soda consumption, soda is good; when it comes to male model performances, male models are also good.

Summary: It’s all the club’s fault!

Putting the blame on the club, Soda immediately expressed his anticipation for Wei Mi's singing performance, "Okay, okay, I believe that you will sing very well, young master!"

Soda quickly stuffed a microphone into Weimi's hand, trying to promote the start of the singing performance to cover up the lust for her employer's beauty revealed in her previous words.

She patted Wei Mi's shoulder gently and encouraged him again and again, "Sing, sing, young master, I will be your most loyal listener!"

As an entertainment venue, the box certainly has comprehensive facilities. Although the previous song and dance troupe performances had their own music, it does not mean that there are no singing facilities in the box.

Or, it should be said that it is precisely because the singing and dancing performance is a separately optional package that the hotel uses its own musical instrument.

After all, this way, it will appear that the customers' consumption is well spent.

Facing Soda's enthusiastic urging, Wei Mi responded in a low voice, and exactly as the other party expected, he did not continue the previous topic.

He was actually embarrassed to say that if Soda really wanted to see a performance like that, he seemed willing to do so...

That's right, maybe we need to change the venue.

For example, in his home.

Also, he needs some time to choose his clothes and practice dancing.

Then, pick a suitable day...

The prelude of the song passed quickly, and Wei Mi also pulled his thoughts away from those blushing imaginations.

He took a deep breath and sang the first line of the lyrics.

The song echoed in the box, and Soda's expression changed.

She had always known that Wei Mi was a beauty, whether in terms of appearance, figure, or voice. Even because Wei Mi met her aesthetic standards, she felt that she could feel Wei Mi's beauty better than many people.

But it was not until Wei Mi started singing that Soda suddenly realized that the other person's voice could be so beautiful.

It's not just the pleasant sound of the song, but the melody and lyrics seem to bring her into a story being told in an instant.

The lights in the box have been changed to a hazy and soothing color according to the selected song.

It was under this kind of light that Wei Mi sang with great concentration - he wanted to perform for Soda.

People who focus on their work are often more attractive, not to mention that Weimi herself is a charming beauty.

When Wei Mi sang a certain line of lyrics, he looked up at Soda, a faint dimple appeared on his lips, and his eyes were full of tenderness.

Faced with such a scene, Soda felt for the first time what it meant to have his heart skip a beat.

The scene in front of her was like ripples on the water. When it returned to calm, Wei Mi, who had been sitting there concentrating on watching her sing, had already thrown away the microphone and was just humming the lyrics as he walked towards her step by step.

Like a dream, Wei Mi sat next to Soda, close to her.

As their breaths intertwined, he sang like a siren in her ear.

Soda swallowed unconsciously and suddenly felt a little dry in the mouth.

It was obvious that Wei Mi was just singing, and the song he sang was not of the ambiguous type, but compared to the exciting song and dance performance before, everything in front of him made Soda feel hot uncontrollably.

Even the temperature in the box gave people the illusion of a sudden rise.

Soda tugged at his collar and couldn't help but pick up another piece of fruit from the fruit plate.

She swore that she really wanted to concentrate on listening to Wei Mi singing. After all, this was the first time he sang and performed in front of her.

But, Soda really felt that her throat was dry and parched - she urgently needed to replenish some fruit water.

Soda kept saying to himself: It's all hallucinations!

There is no such thing as a young master who suddenly throws the microphone away while singing and runs up to her like that, like that...

In short, it’s all an illusion!

Soda stuffed another piece of fruit into his mouth and chewed it quickly, trying to calm the restlessness in his heart.

She took another closer look at Wei Mi, who was still sitting not far away and singing tenderly—and her heart was relieved.

Well, very good, very good.

Just sit there and don't move.

Soda: It’s better not to move around while singing, it’s safe!