Xiang Xiaolong patted Wang Yiran on the back, not knowing how to comfort him. He had originally planned to confess to Si Wen over the broadcast while Wang Yiran was making his own confession. But now that Xue Yang had beaten him to it, any further broadcast confessions would just be a clumsy imitation, making him a laughingstock.
It was a stroke of luck that Xue Yang had gone first. After all, there was a huge difference between singing a song yourself and just playing a recording. In comparison, they seemed more like clowns.
The girl in the broadcast room was still processing what had just transpired. From the moment Xue Yang entered, to him singing, to Lin Xi arriving, to the two of them embracing, and finally to them leaving hand in hand, it all played out before she could react.
Was I... just force-fed a dose of public affection? But why... do I not hate it?
She had always been allergic to such displays. What could be the reason?
