"Come, come, let's get closer!" Hooking her hand in his arm, she pulled Mingshen right up to the front of the stage. The fireball performance was at its peak.
"Oh now he added fire bottles too!" Jia gleamed.
"Spicy, have you heard that words also stab?"
She looked at him and blinked. "What are you talking about?"
"You are ogling at a strange man right in front of your boyfriend. Boyfriend. Do you hear that, Spicy? The voice and tone of that word," he grimaced. "Do you feel it sounds familiar?"
"I remember. Don't worry. You have my permission to ogle at a woman too," she patted his shoulder.
He sneered. "How kind-hearted."
"Now ladies and gentlemen! Please welcome our newest entry for a brand new fire performance!" A woman said zealously.
Their attention returned to the stage - freezing them on the spot, for it was a cowering Bojing who was practically forced to step up.
The duo - "..."
"...What is that idiot doing here of all places?" Mingshen gritted his teeth.
