The playing and singing on the stage continued.

The man lowered his eyes, his ten fingers were smooth, and the melody that slipped out was even clearer.

There was also a low and gentle singing voice coming out of the microphone, as if the dirty world in front of me had become more beautiful than ever in an instant.

Suddenly, the man's slender fingertips pinched the shrapnel, and the melody turned higher, and it had already entered the chorus.

Move on to the chorus.

The man's low voice gradually became warm.

His drooping eyes had been raised, his well-defined jaw was illuminated by the spotlight above his head, and between the necklines of his unbuttoned coat were a beautiful curved neck, his skin was fair, and his thin lips were crimson.

sings very selflessly, very affectionately, just like a comic book teenager.

That picture creates an indescribable romance and charm.

“……

Don't care what you did

as long as you love me

……

as long as you love me)"

Until the last line, the song has reached its climax, as if singing the most obsessive, bitter and tender call from the bottom of the hearts of all the prisoners who are struggling in the abyss of love.

At the last note, the plucked shrapnel suddenly stopped.

Finally, finally completely annihilated.

……

The guests of the entire bar were still immersed in the surging of the previous second, and suddenly they had not come back to their senses, and when they reacted, they saw a kind of longing in each other's equally excited and red faces.

The desire to love and be loved.

Xuan Ye sat on the sofa, staring deeply with a pair of dark lacquer eyes, and his eyebrows, which had always been cold and domineering, seemed to have a little softness.

He took another sip of red wine and looked at the center of the stage.

Maybe it's because of the resonance of the song, singing those unspeakable hearts, or maybe it's a comfort, and suddenly I want to see the man who plays the guitar under the feather mask.

It's just a momentary thought.

It doesn't matter.

The man on stage had already risen from his high chair.

He held the microphone in one hand, and his eyes under the feather mask only faintly swept over the dim phantom that could not be seen clearly under the stage.

Suddenly, the gaze that swept over paused slightly, paused for a second, and landed on the stage in front of it, and the emperor was cold and black.

Xuan Ye had already withdrawn his gaze and didn't notice.

……

The heat in the bar is even higher, and then there is a European and American pop song, and the people on the dance floor are swaying with their chests against their chests, sweating and blending together, as if they are really going to get drunk and die.

Xuan Ye thought in his heart, he finally understood why Xiao Sanzi liked clubbing so much, everything here was wanton and crazy, and Xuan Fei had always been the most high-profile goblin existence.

The most dazzling stage has always belonged to him alone.

Xuan Ye picked up the wine glass and drank the remaining half of the wine in one gulp, burning so hot that his throat was astringent.

Suddenly, a voice fell from the top of his head, and the sound quality was particularly pure and warm.

"Can I sit here?"

……

Xuan Ye looked up and saw the face wearing a feather mask in front of him.

It was a beautiful man who had just sung on the stage, with a glass of wine in his hand, the corners of his crimson lips slightly raised, and a beautiful smile without any aggression.

Xuan Ye was stunned for a moment, from the time he entered the bar until now, despite the countless pairs of covetous eyes around, no one dared to come up and talk to him.

This man......