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Chapter 997: 988 Guest (6)

Chapter 997: Chapter 988 Guest (6)

If Bo Yan and Shang Feifei were seamlessly coordinated earlier, then Xia Siyu’s appearance could only be described with one word: “earth-shattering”!

Yes, exactly that feeling. The moment she stepped up from the rising platform beneath the stage, the moment the spotlight converged on her—though Shang Feifei was still there in front, and undeniably beautiful—

In the face of this level of ultimate sensuality, she was utterly defeated!

Her red lips, long hair, a waist as slender as a water serpent; her dance wasn’t purely seductive, either. It incorporated some moves from girl group routines, blending elegance and allure. But every gesture had a flair; it wasn’t completely soft and devoid of strength. You could tell the hard work she had put into her technique over these days—it was paying off. The benefit of this technique was that her allure didn’t become overwhelming, giving her character a sense of structure, something substantial to support her performance. Even during the dance now, no matter how sultry her moves were, her stance was solid, her timing precise and well executed. Even when she whipped her hair, it didn’t feel vulgar; it just felt stunning.

Xia Siyu definitely belonged to the “give her sunlight and she’ll shine brilliantly” kind of person. Though surrounded by a group of stars, though you might have scolded her a second ago for being “shameless,” the moment you truly laid eyes on her, you’d think, who needs shame when you look like that!

For this song by Xia Siyu, credit absolutely went to Bo Yan for teaching her over the past two weeks. While her singing was still far from great, at least she stayed in tune. Her voice was high-pitched, but not overly challenging, allowing her to pull it off effortlessly. After just a couple of lines, she had already moved to Bo Yan’s side, initiating a duet dance.

If Bo Yan and Shang Feifei’s earlier duet included traces of dance, then what Xia Siyu brought to the stage could only be described as near entanglement with him.

Xia Siyu’s dance followed the standard moves of a girl group routine—some girl group dances, of course, embody sultry and enchanting poses. She and Bo Yan were tasked to portray that kind of scripted dynamic where the body belonged to one person, but the heart belonged to another—a facade of harmony masking deeper discord. Indeed, from start to finish, they had yet to exchange even a glance.

But that didn’t matter—when these two were standing together, who cared about eye contact? Beauty ruled supreme!

If Bo Yan and Shang Feifei’s entrance heated up the atmosphere, then Xia Siyu’s arrival and the ensuing performance set the stage ablaze! Even the BGM underwent a shift, transforming into something far more intoxicating.

Though Bo Yan and Xia Siyu appeared tightly entwined in their dance, they were both quite mindful not to be excessively intimate on stage. Bo Yan kept to “gentleman hands” throughout his movements. For instance, in one sequence where Xia Siyu’s back pressed against Bo Yan’s chest, she crouched down, twisted her waist, and sent waves rolling up her body section by section. Bo Yan mirrored her movements, maintaining the same posture, the only difference being that as her undulations rose upward, his hand, initially placed near her leg, gradually moved to hover around her waist.

It seemed as though he was trailing his hand along her leg all the way up, but upon closer inspection, he wasn’t touching her at all—a detail that those paying attention could clearly distinguish. Similarly, when Xia Siyu lifted her leg and he seemed to support her waist, his hand was actually clenched in a fist, with his body intentionally keeping its distance. The audience could easily spot this if they looked carefully.

But none of that mattered. What mattered was that, in just a brief duet segment, they delivered a dance brimming with tantalizing ambiguity and blazing passion. In an instant, the atmosphere of the entire venue exploded! Aside from Bo Yan’s fans, nearly every other audience member was screaming in a frenzy, shouting “Ah! Ah! Ah!” at the top of their lungs.