Xing Baohua sang a few lines with Zou Wenjuan, but they just couldn't quite get the feel of it.

Finally, Zou Wenjuan also said, "I feel that I am not suitable to sing this song for the time being, as I lack some maturity."

Xing Baohua crossed his legs and said, "Yes, it's sedimentation."

I also thought of that former top female singer, who was a bit older when she sang this song. She had a great deal of control over the song's expression.

He was a little worried. With one arm around the other's waist and the other scratching his head, he wondered if he would go bald if he kept scratching like that.

"Could you please take your hand away a little?" Zou Wenjuan said with a slightly displeased expression.

Xing Baohua was thinking about changing the song for Zou Wenjuan when Zou Wenjuan interrupted him, just as he was getting into the swing of things.

"Stop fooling around, I'm just getting a bit of inspiration. This way I can get a feel for it. Yes, get closer, yes." Xing Baohua frowned as he thought, not even glancing at the pampered beauty beside him. He only felt a sense of closeness and softness, like sitting on a KTV sofa with someone in his arms.

Just as Zou Wenjuan's little finger touched Xing Baohua's body.

He quickly said to her, "Find paper and a pen. You've got a feeling for it, write it down quickly."

"The world is vast, travelers come and go in haste, tides rise and fall."

How many people can truly see through the complexities of love, hate, life, death, and growing old together?

The mortal world is ever-flowing, and love runs deep.

Gathering and parting are inevitable.

...

I'm betting my youth on tomorrow.

You exchanged your true feelings for this lifetime.

This song is simple, easy to understand, and doesn't require much prior knowledge.

Xing Baohua has now come to understand that sometimes good songs are not suitable for young people to sing; they can sing them, but they can't get into the feeling.

Zou Wenjuan needs an album that will make her an instant hit. These classic songs have been selected over time, are timeless, and are easy to sing.

Especially for older people, who enjoy reminiscing, good songs become more enjoyable the more you listen to them.

They sang and wrote together, over and over again, with Zou Wenjuan.

Outside, Mr. Zou glanced at the wall clock; the hands were almost pointing to 10.

Looking into my daughter's room, I wanted to urge her but didn't dare, afraid of catching them in intimate contact and feeling awkward.

At this moment, Xing Baohua was indeed taking advantage of her, and doing so quite openly.

Suddenly, Xing Baohua realized that only when she was holding someone in her arms could she truly experience the feeling of karaoke.

This time the pitch was accurate; both attempts were in the same key. This puzzled Xing Baohua. What kind of quirk was this?

Do we really have to hug each other while singing? Thinking about singing for Grandpa Li, I shuddered. If I sing for him again, I'll hug him too—it'll infuriate that old man.

Zou Wenjuan was also helpless; she even suspected that Xing Baohua was doing it on purpose. But then she thought of the previous English song, and decided to just pull it out anyway.

Time passed slowly, and it was almost midnight when the whole piece was finally finished.

Xing Baohua, who already had her arm around Zou Wenjuan's waist, felt that there was no problem after Zou Wenjuan sang it once, and that her voice had penetrating power.

It's definitely penetrating; it's even disturbing the neighbors. If the song weren't so good, I would have come knocking on the door to ask them to turn it down.

In a moment of joy, Xing Baohua patted Zou Wenjuan's bottom.

This was a completely subconscious action.

This used to happen often, and it wasn't a big deal, but now it seems like I've angered someone.

Gritting his teeth, he'd probably endured it all night; this wasn't how you get something for nothing. This time, he wasn't going to use his hands, he was really biting.

He grabbed Xing Baohua's arm and bit him.

Is it a turtle? It won't budge.

Xing Baohua didn't dare to shout, afraid of disturbing others. She gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and throbbed with pain.

"Alright, grandma, oh dear, I'm used to it."

It's fine if you don't say you're used to it, but once you do, it sounds like you're a repeat offender. How many girls have you photographed?

It bit deeper and wouldn't let go any further.

Having no other choice, Xing Baohua simply scooped Zou Wenjuan up in a princess carry, placed her on the bed, and pinned her down.

The position was a bit... well, anyway, the two of them were making some thrashing noises in their panic.

Then they rolled over, with Zou Wenjuan on top and Xing Baohua on the bottom; thankfully, the bite landed in a different spot. The bite stung terribly.

Mr. Zou had been watching his watch in the living room. Hearing the noise, he became a little worried.

Then I went over to ask Xing Baohua if she wanted to stay and sleep in the living room, or if she didn't want to stay and should leave.

Since the daughter's door was open, she could say something and then go inside, so the people inside could hear her.

"Little Xing!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Mr. Zou arrived at the door and saw his daughter bullying Xing Baohua.

If Xing Baohua were up there, Zou's father would probably have gotten that kitchen knife.

Who knew it would be my own daughter who took the initiative? What a loss of face!

"Get down, get down, your dad, your dad."

Fortunately, those words worked. Zou Wenjuan blushed and almost cried as she looked up. Perhaps she had bitten it for a little longer, because there was some saliva in her mouth.

Upon seeing her father, she instinctively called out, "Dad."

Saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth.

Mr. Zou clutched his chest and took two steps back. He was probably so angry that his blood pressure was about to spike and his heart couldn't take it.

Zou Wenjuan jumped off Xing Baohua and went straight out.

Xing Baohua seized the opportunity and ran away. He practically burst out the door.

Mr. Zou stepped back and sat down on the sofa. At this moment, Ms. Zou Wenjuan also came out and approached her father, asking, "Dad, are you alright?"

"Next time, next time you do something like this, close the door."

Zou Wenjuan was completely confused by what Zou's father said weakly: "Why bite someone and then close the door?"