Zhou Ziheng did not sing any heartbreaking songs this time. All his performances were songs that could rock the stage with singing and dancing. His steady stage presence soon heated up the place and made the audience in the audience roar.

After the two songs ended, the lights dimmed instantly and everyone stared at the stage with a lingering look of unfulfilled desire.

Wen Wan was so excited backstage that she almost jumped up to the music. It was not until the staff reminded her that it was time to go on stage that she came to her senses and quickly put on her earphones and went on stage.

She walked towards Zhou Ziheng in the dark as if she were walking on flat ground in her high heels, but she tripped because she was not paying attention.

It’s over! There’s going to be a stage accident!

Just as she was screaming in her heart, she suddenly fell into a familiar embrace.

She was held tightly in Zhou Ziheng's arms. Just as she raised her head and was about to get out of his arms, the light suddenly shone on them.

Suddenly, there was a burst of screams from the audience, "Ahhhhhhh! Zhou Ziheng, you bastard! The hatred for stealing my wife is irreconcilable!!"

"Wow, Zhou Ziheng, you hugged her so tight! Can you tell me what Wanwan smells like? Is it fragrant?

"Fuck, it's actually a collaboration stage. I beg you guys to get married quickly and stop torturing the dog!"

Wen Wan listened to these shouts, and shyly buried her face in the man's arms, silently sighing, what kind of a plot is this? How could she fall flat on her face?

Forget it, it’s embarrassing, as long as no stage accident happens.

At this moment, background music suddenly sounded and the two of them quickly got into the mood.

Zhou Ziheng looked at her frivolously, a smirk on his lips. He suddenly reached out and lifted her chin with his index finger. "Your light shines like gold, gradually invading my eyes."

"What kind of tone should I use to make you nod inwardly? I can't guess your taste buds, and there's danger I can't detect."

His voice is magnetic, pleasant and a little low, with a slightly rising ending that is very appealing. Combined with the ambiguous music and lyrics, it is even more heart-pounding than the sound of drums.

Wen Wan blushed at his sudden action, her eyelashes couldn't help but tremble, and her heart almost jumped out.

It wasn't like this during the rehearsal! Why is this person suddenly acting like this again?!

[Holy shit, this is something I can watch for free? ?]

[The sexual tension between these two is incredible, it's completely maxed out. Why am I suddenly feeling a little shy?!]

[Wow, they're such a good match. Wanbao's 1.7-meter-tall legs look so petite in Lao Zhou's arms, and that raised chin is so sexy! !]

[awsl, I don’t know who to envy for the moment. I hope that all future CP collaborations can be performed according to this standard!]

"Tell me how you feel now. Your eyes show it so clearly. Don't delay the result until tomorrow." After Zhou Ziheng sang this sentence, he gently let her go.

He had just taken a few steps back when Wen Wan suddenly reached out, grabbed his tie, and pulled him back with force.

Her beautiful little face was charming, seductive, pure and innocent, and the man who was seduced by her suddenly stopped breathing, and a hint of desire could not help but appear in his eyes.

“Maybe we just slow down, Anyone but you’re so wrong, when the music starts again, even our breathing is colliding.”

"Put my heart in your palm, fall in love with your gaze, enjoy the swaying steps, and let the dance begin."

She finished her part with a smile, reached out to help the man straighten his tie, then turned around gracefully and walked to the center of the stage in her high heels.

Zhou Ziheng quickly caught up with her, leaned over slightly and held her hand.

Wen Wan continued to walk forward. After the two of them held hands and stretched their arms fully, Zhou Ziheng exerted a little force to pull her back.

The next second, Wen Wan turned around and returned to his arms, put her hands on his shoulders and looked up at him.

Zhou Ziheng held her waist directly with his left hand, "My left hand protects your waist and never touches your back."

"My right hand holds your heartbeat, whether forward or backward." When she sang this, Wen Wan gently exerted force with both hands, and Zhou Ziheng was pushed several steps away.

Afterwards, the two of them stood together and danced to the music. The atmosphere was full of sexiness, and the audience in the audience couldn't take their eyes off them.

[I'm really going to be killed by these two, this is too spicy! !]

[The scene of Lao Zhou picking his chin and Wanbao adjusting his tie has become a famous one in my mind.]

[It turns out that the hand-holding waist scene in the novel is real! Wanwan’s waist is so thin!]

Aren’t Wanwan’s legs even more stunning? Woohoo, Zhou Ziheng, you bastard, give me back my wife!

The two of them had perfect understanding and cooperated very well. There was not a single mistake on the entire stage and the performance ended perfectly.

The moment the stage went dark, Zhou Ziheng could no longer restrain himself and quickly pressed his lips against her soft lips and gently sucked them.

Looking at the confused person in front of him, he sighed silently. It was really not easy. After one stage performance, he was already full of anger.

As the two of them walked off the stage, Wen Wan couldn't help but put on a mask of pain. These damn high heels! They actually rubbed my feet!

Her heels ached slightly, and they scraped against her heels with every step. She guessed her stockings must have been worn out. She really couldn't find anyone more unlucky than her.

Wen Wan pulled him and hurried to the waiting room, but before she took two steps, the man grabbed her by the waist and picked her up.

"What are you doing?" Wen Wan was startled and subconsciously put her arms around his shoulders.

Zhou Ziheng carried her and walked to the waiting room in an orderly manner, "Does your foot hurt?"

"Huh? Did you find out?" She smiled and stuck out her tongue.

After being carried for a long time, her feet no longer hurt, but the staff she met along the way looked at them like monkeys, which made her feel a little embarrassed.

She pouted and asked softly, "Brother, that's enough, put me down."

"Your feet don't hurt anymore?"

"It's just a few steps away. We'll be there soon." Wen Wan fluttered her feet while acting coquettishly, as if she was determined to go down.

Zhou Ziheng shook his head helplessly and had to put her down as requested. Although they were not far from the waiting room, it still took a while to walk there.

The closer they walked to the waiting room, the fewer staff there were. Zhou Ziheng turned his head and kept looking at her.

After Wen Wan felt his fiery gaze, she quickly looked back at him and asked in confusion, "Why are you looking at me?"

"It looks good." Zhou Ziheng's lips curled up slightly, and then he whispered, "I want to kiss you."

Wen Wan raised her eyebrows and asked, "Didn't you kiss me just now?"

"not enough."

She couldn't help laughing and quickly arranged, "Then wait until we get back to kiss, isn't it almost time?"

"I can't help it. I want to kiss you right now." Zhou Ziheng stopped as soon as he finished speaking.

He reached out and pressed her against the wall, but he didn't forget to protect the back of her head.