The atmosphere became especially romantic and warm.
Kim couldn't hold back and picked up another microphone from the sofa, leading the chant, "Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!"
...
"Kiss! Kiss! Kiss…" Under Kim's influence, everyone started shouting.
Lian Xinying's eyes were red, moved by Yan Ye's singing.
So, she took the initiative to take a step forward, intending to kiss Yan Ye.
However, just as she took her first step, she lost her balance because the heels were too high and her body tilted to the side.
Seeing this, Yan Ye immediately strode over and steadied her.
After the scare, Lian Xinying felt as if she had died once, gripping Yan Ye's arm tightly like a dying person grabbing the last straw.
Lian Xinying had never held Yan Ye's arm this firmly before.
Yan Ye could feel the force of her fingers on his arm; it hurt slightly.
"Yan Ye, did you lie to me earlier because you were practicing singing?" Lian Xinying's face was unusually red.
She choked a bit, her eyes moist.
