I'm in Wuha, and the whole internet is shipping me and Song Yuqi as a couple.

This man is incredibly arrogant!

Song Yuqi's chest heaved, and a surge of anger rushed to the top of her head.

"If you dare to wear it, I dare to look! Who's afraid of who!"

She retorted with a stiff neck, her ears turning bright red as if they were about to bleed.

Deng Chao whistled wildly from the audience: "Yuqi is so cool!"

Wu Zheng and Li Zaihe, those two old foxes, gave each other a high five on the control panel, their faces crinkling with smiles.

Backstage changing room.

When Song Yuqi received the so-called "performance costume," her face turned green.

This isn't a shirt.

The fabric was so thin it was almost like a window screen, and underneath it was a very short black sports bra.

If this gets splashed with water, what's the difference between it and going on stage in your underwear?

Ping smiled kindly from the side: "Yuqi, for the sake of art, bear with it. It's a venue for 100,000 people, we must capitalize on this wave of popularity."

"Is this art? This is clearly indecent assault!" Song Yuqi gritted her teeth and put on the clothes.

She lingered as she walked out of the dressing room.

When she looked up, she bumped into Jiang Che, who had already changed his clothes.

He wore the same men's white shirt, with the collar unbuttoned up to the third button.

The broad shoulders and narrow waist of the frame stretched the thin fabric, and although it was not wet yet, the outline of the muscles was already very obvious.

Song Yuqi swallowed hard and quickly looked away.

Jiang Che leaned against the wall, his gaze falling on her, staring at her for two seconds.

Her white shirt was tied in a knot at the hem, revealing her slender, fair waist.

Although she was wearing a shirt over her clothes, the black straps underneath were clearly visible.

He turned his head to the side and cleared his throat.

"Let's go to the rehearsal."

Go on stage.

Jiang Che picked up the microphone and practiced his movements with her.

After the intro ended, the two coordinated their movements.

Until the final climax, the circular lift in the center of the stage slowly rose, and the water curtain above poured down without warning.

"Whoosh—"

The icy water instantly soaked them both.

Song Yuqi cried out, water droplets streaming down her cheeks, her eyes unable to open.

Jiang Che took a step forward, put one arm around her waist, and pulled her into his arms.

The two were very close together.

Song Yuqi wiped the water off her face, opened her eyes, and was immediately met with Jiang Che's soaked chest.

After the white shirt was soaked in water, it became completely translucent.

Clinging tightly to his body, the lines of his eight-pack abs, his muscular chest, and even the trail of water droplets sliding down his muscle lines were all exposed under the bright light.

The visual impact is enormous.

Song Yuqi's mind went blank for a moment, and she felt a burning sensation in her nose, so she quickly turned her face away.

"What are you hiding from?"

He took her hand and pressed it directly against his abdomen.

Song Yuqi's hand trembled as it was burned; the hard, muscular feel of the heat made her want to pull her hand back.

But Jiang Che pressed down hard on the back of her hand, preventing her from retreating.

"Weren't you pretty aggressive just now?" he whispered in her ear, "Now you're too scared to look?"

"Let go..." Song Yuqi's voice was trembling. This man really didn't treat the stadium with 100,000 people as an outsider!

The five old men in the audience had completely gone crazy.

Chen He grabbed Deng Chao's leg and yelled, "My God! Can this be broadcast?! Old Wu, will this even pass censorship?!"

Lu Han held up her phone, the camera zoomed in: "I don't care if it can be broadcast or not, I'm recording it first! This is an exclusive collector's edition!"

The water curtain stopped.

The rehearsal is over.

The lifting platform returned to its original position.

Song Yuqi was soaked to the bone, her white shirt clinging to her body, revealing the shape and curves of her underwear.

Jiang Che glanced at it and his face darkened.

He simply picked her up and carried her backstage.

"Put me down! There are still people in the audience!" Song Yuqi struggled in his arms.

Jiang Che ignored her and walked straight down the steps.

Wu Zheng, holding a megaphone, shouted, "Jiang Che, the rehearsal was fantastic! Tonight's performance will follow this!"

Jiang Che didn't even turn his head, leaving behind the words: "No."

Wu Zheng exclaimed anxiously, "Why not? It's such a great shot!"

"Cancel the water curtain." Jiang Che said these four words, then carried the person into the lounge and kicked the door shut.

The lounge was completely silent.

Jiang Che placed Song Yuqi on the sofa.

Song Yuqi, her hairy head peeking out from under his wet clothes, glared at him breathlessly: "What right do you have to cancel the water curtain? This is a stage for 100,000 people!"

Jiang Che pulled up a chair and sat down casually in front of her.

He was shirtless, water droplets dripping from his chin onto his collarbone, sliding over his abs, and disappearing into his waistband.

This highly aggressive image forced Song Yuqi to shift her gaze to the ceiling.

"What? You really want those men outside to see you all wet?" Jiang Che grabbed a dry towel, wiping his hair, his tone indifferent.

Song Yuqi retorted, "That's just stage effects! I'm a professional singer! Don't you understand the importance of dedicating myself to the stage?!"

"Even my professional skills aren't good enough." Jiang Che threw the towel on the coffee table. "I don't want others to see this."

Song Yuqi forgot to breathe.

That's too blunt.

She was so blunt that she didn't even know how to pretend to be stupid.

She opened her mouth, her cheeks flushing red all the way to the roots of her neck: "You...you're nobody to me, what right do you have to tell me what to do?"

Jiang Che stood up, placed his hands on the back of the sofa, and wrapped his arms around her.

He lowered his head, and their noses touched.

"Song Yuqi," he called her by her full name, his voice hoarse, "Do I really have to spell it out for you?"

Song Yuqi gripped the edge of the sofa tightly with her fingers.