Leng Jing followed Xiao Qiao's rhythm and started speaking without any expression, "No, I have to say it! Brother, I like you! I like it when you hold my hand, when you stroke my head, when you smell of your scent, your body heat..."
Long Yan covered his mouth, and burst out laughing, "You'd better not say it! After listening to you, I felt nothing! I'd rather listen to Xiao Qiao speak Japanese!"
She must have gone mad to actually find him endearing!
That person... even though he sometimes deserved a beating, he wasn't deserving of a beating this bad!
Three years later.
Japan.
EM Record Company.
The concert had just ended, Xiao Qiao returned to the dressing room exhausted and took a few throat lozenges.
Music producer Ikeda Shotaro considerately passed over water and a towel, "Xiao Qiao, you worked hard."
"Thank you."
