Creative ability so powerful it made people want to kneel before him; suddenly spending ages in the bathroom; lying pale-faced on the sofa, looking weak yet satisfied...
Yan Yu's eyes quickly reddened.
She rushed over to Song Dao.
Looking down at him, she grabbed him by the collar.
"Talk. What are you doing?"
There were only three people in the studio, and the other one was in the recording booth upstairs.
Even if she raised her voice, she would not disturb anyone else.
"What are you doing?"
Song Dao had first been hit by the Master Musician Experience, then bombarded by all this knowledge about musical instruments. His mind was still a little muddled.
He looked at Yan Yu blankly.
He had not even reacted yet.
"Not going to talk?"
With a frosty expression, Yan Yu shoved Song Dao onto the sofa, straddled him directly, and began searching him.
"Hey, fuck!" Only then did Song Dao react.
He wanted to push this woman who had suddenly gone crazy off him, but he did not quite know where to put his hands.
Yan Yu was wearing an A-line skirt today, with no stockings.
Her two full, long legs were spread apart as she straddled his lap, while her hands searched wildly through his pockets.
Fuck, was she sexually harassing him?
"Take it out!" Yan Yu searched for a long time without finding anything. Her eyes were red as she stared coldly at Song Dao.
In that instant, Song Dao actually sensed killing intent in her eyes!
And disappointment, too.
Then it suddenly clicked.
He understood.
"No, what are you thinking? Don't tell me you think I'm using that stuff?"
Now that he had come to his senses, Song Dao frowned, though he was also a little touched.
But more than that,