Chapter 72-Soda is good, male models are good, but the club is bad
Wei Mi looked focused and said seriously, "If you like this kind of performance, then I'll 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 chorus performers suddenly pulling off their shirts and pants to the rhythm of the music flashed quickly through her mind.
However, there is an additional lead dancer named Wei Mi.
Soda vaguely felt his nose getting hot, and quickly touched the tip of his nose - phh, luckily, there was no blood.
Fortunately, she didn't actually bleed from her 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, when Wei Mi said 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, just by bringing his face into his mind...
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 into 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 male models' singing and dancing performance today, she could still tell from the very smooth way they ripped their clothes that the club had put a lot of effort 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, then realized what Soda meant, and his face flushed. "No, no... I mean, not that kind of performance..."
He was anxious to express his feelings: "I mean, I mean...I want to 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 just said he wanted to perform, but he didn't say it was a clothes-revealing performance.
How can a singing performance not be a performance?
Well, her thoughts were really led astray by the club's routine, so she thought of something not so pure at the first time.
Soda: I am pure by nature, but 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 your singing will be super beautiful, 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, Master. I will be your most loyal listener!"
As an entertainment venue, the box is of course well-equipped. Although the previous song and dance troupe performances brought their own music, this 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 built-in music is used.
After all, this way, it will appear that the guests' consumption is still realized.
Facing Soda's enthusiastic urging, Wei Mi responded softly, and in line with the other party's expectations, he did not continue the previous topic.
He was actually a little embarrassed to say that if Soda really wanted to see a performance like that, he seemed to be 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 singing echoed in the box, and Soda's expression changed.
She has always known that Wei Mi is a beauty, whether in terms of appearance, figure, or voice. Even because Wei Mi's appearance meets her aesthetic standards, she feels that she can 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, 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 concentration - a show he wanted to perform for Soda.
People who focus on their work are often more attractive, not to mention that Wei Mi 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 for his heart to skip a beat.
The scene before her eyes 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. He just hummed the lyrics and walked towards her step by step.
Like a dream, Wei Mi sat next to Soda, close to her.
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 something ambiguous, but compared to the previous exciting song and dance performance, everything in front of him made Soda feel hot and stuffy.
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 had sung in front of her.
But, but Soda really felt that her throat was dry and parched - she urgently needed to replenish her throat with fruit water.
Soda kept saying to himself: Hallucination, it's all hallucination!
There's no such thing as a young master suddenly throwing the microphone away while singing and running up to her, so...
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 sitting not far away and singing gently - 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!
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