At the end of a passionate samba song, the atmosphere cooled down instantly, leaving people with an endless aftertaste.
Krish's shirt was half-unbuttoned, and his bare feet looked extremely sexy, provoking the visual nerves of every woman present. However, he was expressionless, giving people an unattainable sense of alienation.
Many people shouted loudly, "Krish, Emelia, encore!"
"Krish! Krish!"
Krish glanced sharply at the booing crowd, and wore an extremely cold look under the colorful lights of the strobe lights. It was a completely different person from the person who just danced hotly! It made people think that they just had a serious hallucination! How could such a cold person dance with such a hot?
His sense of oppression was too strong, and he quickly returned to his demeanor
