The next day’s performance had Charlie wade tempted to back out.
He suggested swapping himself for another dancer with Stephanie and Tawana, but both strongly objected.
Stephanie felt no one else could match Charlie wade’s effect.
Tawana, knowing her bold moves on stage the previous night had unsettled Charlie wade, sincerely said, “Mr. Wade, rest assured, I won’t overstep today…”
Seeing Tawana’s earnest attitude, Charlie wade thought refusing further might seem petty, so he nodded, “Alright, let’s agree, no overly intimate interactions in the upcoming shows.”
Overjoyed, Tawana nodded repeatedly, promising, “Don’t worry, it won’t happen. My agent scolded me yesterday…”
Stephanie found Charlie wade’s cautiousness amusing, giggling with her hand over her mouth, “So there’s something Charlie wade-gege is afraid of!”
She grabbed Tawana’s arm, teasing, “I’ve never seen Charlie wade-gege so nervous about anything. Your fiery passion must’ve scared him.”
Charlie wade shot her a look, inwardly grumbling, “I’m not just wary of her, I’m wary of you too. You’ve definitely been corrupted by this American woman.”
Yesterday’s explosive performance had topped global entertainment trends for a day, so today’s audience eagerly anticipated Stephanie’s segment, hoping to witness Tawana’s bold stage presence in person.
When Stephanie’s song “Assassin” began, Charlie wade’s entrance triggered thunderous cheers.
The audience didn’t know who he was, only that this male dancer’s physique, poise, and every sword-dance move were flawless, exuding what young people call maxed-out charisma.
Though Charlie wade’s face was hidden, everything visible was already perfect, and his mask added a layer of mystique, making him seem even more ideal and intriguing.
Everyone has different expectations for looks: some find handsome men lacking masculinity, others find rugged men with imperfect features. Some prefer long faces, others square ones; some like bold brows and big eyes, while others favour single-lidded guys.
Without a mask, some might dislike Charlie wade’s style.
Masked, he was faultless.
His sword dance was a unique audiovisual feast for the audience.
When Tawana took the stage, the cheers grew deafening. The crowd hoped to see her passionate interplay with the male dancer, but Tawana was much more restrained. Though there was some physical contact during the performance, she held back and didn’t kiss Charlie wade.
As the song ended without a kiss, fans waved glow sticks, and someone shouted “Kiss!” in English, sparking the entire crowd to chant “kiss, kiss” like maniacs.
With the song over, Charlie wade and Stephanie were supposed to exit, leaving the stage to Tawana.
But the crowd, eager for drama, kept egging them on, craving something explosive.
With the audience’s uproar, Tawana whispered to Charlie wade, “Mr. Wade, could we just have a light kiss? The fans are so enthusiastic, it’ll be hard to get away without giving them something…”
Her expression mixed grievance and pleading.
She’d promised not to kiss Charlie wade like yesterday, but asking his permission first should be fine, right?
If he agreed, great, if not, she wouldn’t push.
With so many fans backing her, the request was reasonable, it just depended on Charlie wade’s leniency.
Charlie wade felt the pressure, thinking, these fans shouldn’t be so nosy!
Most fans hope their idols stay single and avoid romance, so why did Tawana’s fans seem to thrive on the spectacle?
Then he realised it made sense: Tawana’s image was one of a colourful love life. Her fans, besides loving her music, enjoyed her romantic escapades and stage flirtations, which were even more entertaining than her dating.
Hearing the tsunami of “kiss” chants and seeing Tawana’s pleading look, even Stephanie watched with a playful smile. To exit quickly, Charlie wade relented, muttering, “Fine, fine, make it quick.”
