Chapter 39: Little Brother, Can I Ask for Your WeChat?

  Ye Xian didn’t give her time to respond and directly pced the flower in her hand. "I’ve been waiting here for you the whole day, sister. The flowers are almost wilted."

  Ning Xiner looked at him, his expression pitiful but his gaze firm. For a moment, she was moved.

  A young boy had waited for an entire day just to give her a flower. His pure and intense affection was truly touching.

  Ye Xian noticed her hesitation and fshed a sly smile. "Sister, aren’t you going to make it up to me?"

  This kid... very professional.

  He knew exactly how to use the charm of a little puppy—his youthful mischievousness, the sweet and slightly irritating way he pouted, his straightforward and passionate attitude—all conveyed in just a few words and gnces.

  Ning Xiner took the flower from him, then suddenly seemed to remember something. She threw it on the ground. "Stop fooling around. I’m in a bad mood and need to go home."

  With that, she turned to leave.

  "Sister~"

  The lights shifted again, and Ye Xian smoothly picked up a guitar that had been set beside him.

  Music started pying from nowhere, and colorful balloons floated up on stage, catching Ning Xiner off guard.

  Ye Xian began pying the guitar, his gaze soft and tender as he smiled at her.

  "When your eyes squint with a smile, when you drink co and when you argue, I want to be good to you, but you never know. Wanting you, thinking of you, can also become a habit. When you say today's worries, when you say you can’t sleep at night, I want to tell you, but I’m afraid I’ll say the wrong thing. I really like you, do you know~"

  His voice was clear and melodious, and his amber eyes sparkled as if holding stars within them, filled with pure affection for the person before him.

  Not only was Ning Xiner stunned, but all the judges below were also mesmerized, lost in the boy’s pure and touching confession.

  As the song ended, Ye Xian put down his guitar and looked at Ning Xiner sincerely. "Sister, although I can’t be that guy for you, can I still take you home?"

  [Although I can't be that guy, please allow me to take you home.] — the most cssic confession from the 16th-century romantic novel One Life of Love.

  The actress pying Ning Xiner couldn’t help but cover her mouth.

  Such a talented and devoted little puppy—how could anyone reject him?

  "Cp, cp, cp~"

  Below the stage, the judges broke into enthusiastic appuse.

  Li Jiahua was so excited he stood up immediately. "Cut! That was amazing, really great! You were simply Gu Chen!"

  Ye Xian smiled lightly and set the guitar down.

  This was an easy role for him—he found it a piece of cake. However, it was his first time acting as a boy trying to flirt with a girl, and the experience was quite new.

  "Uh... Little brother, can I ask for your WeChat?"

  Even after the scene, the actress was still flushed with excitement, eagerly looking at him.

  Ye Xian raised an eyebrow. "...Sure."

  The look in her eyes was something Ye Xian knew well—back in his past life, countless fans had that same look when they saw her. Unfortunately... back then, it was because she was a female star. Now, this actress clearly thought she was asking for his WeChat as if he were a man.

  "Actor number 12, come down!" Li Jiahua eagerly called to Ye Xian. "Hey, kid, what’s your name?"

  "Ye Xian."

  "Ye Xian, huh... Wait a second... Did you just say your name was Ye Xian?"

  He stopped halfway through, his face changing as if doubting his own ears. He looked at Ye Xian in shock.