By the time half the playlist had played in the KTV, Xu Xiangyang excused himself to go to the bathroom and pushed open the door to leave the private room.
Inside the private room, the environment was quite nice; without anyone smoking, there wasn't any difficulty breathing, but the space still felt a bit too cramped. It wasn't until he got to the hallway that he finally breathed in some fresh circulating air.
Leaning against the wall, Xu Xiangyang let his shoulders slump and sighed softly. He felt that at last, he could have a moment of rest.
Whether it was singing into the microphone himself, or listening to the two girls sing, to him, either experience should have been funny.
However, the outcome was that while there was novelty and the sensation of nervous excitement, his brain and courage seemed somewhat lacking.
The key point was not Lin Xingjie and Zhu Qingyue, but himself—
He rubbed his forehead, fell silent for a moment, then took steps toward the bathroom.
