Nangong Jin’s unique flavor erged, that innate, passionate, rascally, unrestrained, even restless feeling, all expressed through music.
Then he spoke again, his voice aggressively masculine and exploding with a wild, sexy elegance, "If it wasn’t ignited by your hands, it can’t be called a fla; if it wasn’t touched by your hands, it can’t be called a gem.
You, you, you’ve finally appeared. We’ve just t and already my heart is shattered, the whole world collapsing, alas...
If it wasn’t killed by your own hands, living has no aning. You, you, you’ve finally appeared. We’ve just t and my heart is in tatters, the whole world collapsing, alas...
If I am to die in this life, it must be by your hands, it must be by your hands, it must be by your hands, alas..."
The crowd was shocked; he had remixed the song, turning it into a fiery sensation, unsuppressible, with that unrestrained heat and wildness.
It was as if on the vast steppes, a man cries out unrestrained, expressing his most fervent emotions, igniting the crowd in an instant, prompting uncontrollable screams, following his lead into the frenzy.
Following him, seemingly screaming at the top of his lungs, "It must be by your hands, it must be by your hands!"
Indeed, this statent is an intense expression of feelings, to die by your hands, isn’t it the ultimate expression of love?
The atmosphere in Jinse imdiately boiled over, on the verge of bursting.
So people even excitedly tore off their clothes, waving them around, crooning in a harsh, ’duck voice’ like a wolf’s howl, "To die by your hands, to die by your hands!"
Di Jinxuan was nearly scared to death by this fervor, unable to help but tear up, overwheld with emotion.
This cheeky, flamboyant, and lecherous old man’s way of expressing his feelings was truly overwhelming.
But that was not the end.
After finishing the song, Nangong Jin dramatically ended the music and then shouted directly, "Di Jinxuan, do you want ?"
Di Jinxuan was stunned.
The crowd below had gone mad, desperately screaming, "Yes, yes, yes!"
Each and every one nearly weeping, Nangong Jin, seriously, if Miss Xuanxuan doesn’t want you, we want you, really, even the n!
For your face alone, for your excellence, even a homosexual relationship would suffice!
Really!!!
Hearing the ghostly wails and howls of the crowd, Nangong Jin glanced downstairs, seeing nothing but still remarked, "Stop it, it’s not about you, step aside."
"Ah!" The crowd scread again.
In fact, Di Jinxuan was already choking up above.
Nangong Jin then tenderly looked towards her in the second-floor box seating, his voice softened as he asked again, "Di Jinxuan, do you want ?"
This question was so direct, striking deeply into the heart, causing an inexplicable throb, Di Jinxuan had no ti to respond.
The people below started to go crazy again, one after another also shouting, "Di Jinxuan, do you want ?"
Di Jinxuan, do you want ?
This magnificent voice echoed repeatedly in Jinse, Di Jinxuan, do you want ?
Do you want ?!
At this point, the host hurriedly rushed to the second-floor box area, quickly passing the microphone to Di Jinxuan.
Di Jinxuan, holding the microphone, unable to utter a single superfluous word, finally just nodded, uttering one word, "Yes."
"Wow!"
"Cool!"
The entire audience was in an uproar.
Nangong Jin smiled, a very charming smile, tinged with a bit of shyness.
At that mont, all the lights in Jinse suddenly brightened, and only then did Di Jinxuan realize, to her surprise, that Jinse was filled with flowers!
Had they been quietly placed there while the lights were off?
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