[Ahhhhh, so sexy, so swoonworthy, I'm dead.]
[How can anyone be this perfect? I don't even dare imagine it. If Brother Ye did that to me, would I push him down on the spot?]
[My English isn't great. Can any of you girls tell me what he's saying?]
["Anticipation of Love," by Borges.]
[Brother Ye: This is sure to charm my wife to death.]
Listening to Huo Xingye recite the love poem, Nan Zhou was a little surprised.
He brought the program card closer and discovered that these were two completely different poems.
He had read Borges's "Anticipation of Love." The poem Huo Xingye recited, titled "Amorosa Anticipación" in the original Spanish, expressed a pure appreciation that transcended time and love itself through observations of a sleeping beloved.
"Neither the tenderness of your gaze, nor the festive brightness of your brow, nor the mystery, reserve, and childlike innocence of your body, nor the impression your life leaves on me in words or silence can compare to the sight of you sleeping peacefully in my arms. That would be the most mysterious gift."
This was love at its purest.
"Mm. I haven't thought of anything sweet to say, but would you like a taste of sweet little me?" Nan Zhou asked.
The moment he said that, the couple's fans in the livestream cried out, "Yes, yes, yes!"
But Huo Xingye only smiled and stroked his head.
Since the fundraising performance would be livestreamed that evening, the production team had scheduled practice and rehearsals for the guests during the day.
To ensure the quality of the evening's livestream, this time there were no separate feeds. Everything stayed on a single feed throughout.
Viewers could only watch the different guest pairs as the production team switched cameras.
The first pair to appear