"Ah ah ah..."
Xie Yunwan was singing passionately on stage, while Jiang Qinglan was singing her heart out in the private box.
Both were reaching the high notes, Xie Yunwan with precision and control, Jiang Qinglan hysterically.
"I can't take it anymore, babe, I really can't!"
"Ugh... I'm going to die, can you come out quickly?"
In just the span of three songs, Jiang Qinglan couldn't help but surrender.
...
The small private box was littered with water stains after the battle.
Jiang Qinglan lay weakly on the sofa, her phoenix eyes half-closed, makeup slightly smeared, tears still at the corner of her eyes. Her mouth slightly open, panting with a sweet fragrance, a few strands of hair stuck to the corner of her lips with salivation, exuding an indescribable tragic beauty, utterly captivating.
Sun Zhe stood helplessly beside her, not quite satisfied, "Is that all you've got? Take a break and let's continue."
"No..."
