A Billion Stars Can’t Amount to You

The phone in the palm vibrated again, awakening Ji Yi, who was staring out of the window.

She lowered her head and glanced at the bright mobile phone screen. It was still the message of Tang Huahua: "Xiao Yi, now it's the last song, you should almost be ready to come over."

Ji Yi clicked on the keyboard, and quickly gave Tang painting a "hmm" character, then stepped out of the bathroom.

When Ji Yi walked in the direction of the corridor, Yu Guang glanced at the mirror beside her. She hesitated for a moment, but she stopped and turned around, facing the brilliant mirror on the sink.

The girl in the mirror is wearing a very delicate skirt with a special waist design, and the girl with a special figure is very graceful.

The makeup is very clean, with long dark hair curled up, revealing a clean forehead, and a few strands of hair hanging down the ear, adding a bit of sweet breath.

The girl's eyes were bright, a little throbbing and excited in her vitality.

Such a self is familiar and strange to Ji Yi.

She has always known that her appearance is beautiful, even if she is facing the sky and walking on the street, it can attract many people to look sideways, but at this moment, she feels that herself in the mirror is the most beautiful moment in her life.

Ji Yi looked at herself in the mirror for a while, until the mobile phone in her palm shook again, Tang Huahua urged her to come over quickly, she took back her eyes, picked up the skirt, along the long corridor, toward the 1001 private room Run away.

Stopped in front of the closed private room door, separated by a heavy door panel, Ji Yi could vaguely hear the singing and noise from inside.

Because of the anxiety she just ran, her breath seemed a little unstable. She took a hard breath and spit out slowly against the door panel. After her heartbeat stabilized, she picked up her phone and painted for Tang. There was a message: "I have reached the door."

Tang Huahua did not return to her.

The murmur behind the door continued.

The roars of ghost jackals with high and low are constantly coming out.

After a while, the room was a little quieter.

After a little while, the phone screen in the palm of Ji Yi lit up: "Xiao Yi, you can come in."

Ji Yi put away her phone, touched the ring hidden in the pocket of her clothes, then took a deep breath against the closed door and squeezed the ring firmly in her palm before reaching out and pushing away. door.

There was no light in the room, but it was still noisy.

Ji Yi is familiar with the topography of the 1001 private room. After entering the house, he walked in directly until he saw the faint light on the singing station. Ji Yi stopped.

She first clicked the play button, and then picked up the microphone that Tanghuahua placed on the song stage in advance, and took two steps to the middle.

About half a minute later, the large black screen behind Ji Yi lit up, and familiar prelude music sounded.

With the faint light of the big screen, Ji Yi saw He Jichen sitting on the sofa not far in front of him at a glance.

He should not have noticed that there was an extra person in the private room, and he was tilting his head to listen to Han Zhihui sitting next to him.

At the moment when the music sounded, Ji Yi saw his eyebrows move slightly, but he didn't look to her.

Even in this scene, in the past two days, in Ji Yi's heart, it has been imagined thousands of times, but when this moment comes, Ji Yi is still a little nervous.

She counted the time silently in her heart, and when the prelude ended, she handed the microphone to her mouth and opened her mouth.