There’s absolutely no need for promotion—the topic #Cheng Zhirang Mu Qiu Trouble Maker performance# quickly shot to the top of trending searches, occupying the "explosive" spot.
Anyone who clicked in left a comment that was nothing short of ahhhhh before leaving.
Compared to the previous three performances, the buzz for this one was terrifyingly high. Not only were the live audience screaming to the point of voice breakage, but the online viewers also contributed their "text version screams."
[How the hell can anyone withstand this?!]
[I can’t take it anymore, damn it! So alluring!]
[Drooling by the ton! Don’t hold me back, I need to buy a ticket and listen at the door now!]
[Blood pressure and blood sugar are skyrocketing, I’m going to faint]
[Ahhhhh, who wouldn’t say this is absolute perfection after watching it?!]
[Cheng Zhirang, you’re too good at this! Keep this up, and mom fans will get spoiled!]
[I’m blushing just watching this—this is the perks of real couple chemistry]
[Goddamn, so alluring! Both dominant and tempting!]
[I’m sorry, but I need to say something embarrassingly cringy like a CEO line! Mu Qiu, how can you be such a temptress?!]
[...]
Mu Qiu doesn’t know how others are evaluating her; all she knows is that she needs to turn her back to Cheng Zhirang, slide from his back to his thighs, and then slide upward, with both hands caressing his thighs.
But as soon as her hands were on his thighs, she noticed his entire body tensed.
She chuckled inside, leaned out from behind him, whispered in his ear, and hooked the ribbon around his neck to pull it aside.
After only a few steps, he wrapped her waist and turned toward the audience, tilting his head as if to kiss her.
Mu Qiu kept smiling enticingly, holding his head but tilting hers back to cleverly avoid his kiss.
Throughout this process, she kept staring directly at the camera, which made even her smile carry an indescribable sense of flirtation.
Cheng Zhirang’s role seemed like that of a man tormented by the tempting allure of his beloved, desperately following her moves, lazily snapping fingers while still intensely watching her, and shaking his hips along with her.
The silver waist chain swayed under the black pants and black belt, dazing the eyes and captivating the soul.
The screams below went on endlessly, from shouting names to yelling things like "This is perfection" or "Who can take this," Mu Qiu heard it clearly because the noise was incredibly loud.
She relaxed a bit, probably because the person who hadn’t taken his eyes off her the entire time was a man she was extremely familiar with.
They entwined in each other’s arms, comforting each other, deeply affectioned.
The seductive snake wrapped around the soulless man, tempting him to fall.
Cheng Zhirang’s hand mostly lingered on Mu Qiu’s waist, while Mu Qiu’s hand slid over his spine, shoulder, chest, thigh, and now led his hand from the collarbone down to the lower abdomen.
Her long hair cascaded down, entwining with the ribbon around his neck; he tilted towards the scent for a kiss but was evaded again.
She walked back into the darkness with her back to the audience, her steps in high heels graceful and enticing, each step seemingly trampling on everyone’s hearts.
The curves outlined by the fitted dress, enticingly suggestive.
The lovely shoulder and neck line, slender waist, striking waist-to-hip ratio, and those long, white thighs peeping through, even the delicate ankles set against black high heels, were irresistibly attractive.
Cheng Zhirang’s heart fluttered for such a lover, his heartbeat like receiving a grand prize in youth, just like mastering extreme skiing, adrenaline and dopamine flooded simultaneously, throwing him into a wave of excitement and heightened spirit.
The music was reaching its conclusion.
All he saw was her; instinctively he stepped forward, she turned to gaze at him with a smile, raised her hand to caress herself, twisted her body as if gasping, and reached out to welcome him.
Their scorching bodies met again, this time without any gap. Her voluptuous form nestled into the man’s embrace, their breaths mingling, getting closer, almost lip to lip.
But dared not actually kiss.
Cheng Zhirang’s chest heaved, eyes locked on her expression, while Mu Qiu still shot a flirtatious smile at the camera.
The lights dimmed.
The unending screams receded slightly like a tide retreating only to return with more aggression. Some loud girls were like loudspeakers, one shout clear across the venue.
Cheng Zhirang’s name grew deeper with each tidal roar, mingled with Mu Qiu’s name, and even some shouted they should go home now.
Go home for what?
Mu Qiu’s palms were slightly sweaty as Cheng Zhirang led her backstage, glancing at his belt line.
Couldn’t see clearly, might as well ask directly.
"You didn’t react, right?"
Cheng Zhirang’s steps halted.
"... Not that out of control. Okay, don’t talk for now. Are your feet tired? If they are, lean on me, I’ll carry you down."
He told her not to speak but then asked if she was tired, was his mind not clear?
But yes, indeed, her feet were a bit sore, her heels hurt a little, so she leaned on him and immediately felt a hand on her waist.
Returning backstage, Shu Ran and Bai Shu were waiting their turn.
Others stood and gathered around them, whistling and jeering.
Guan Yu: "Oh my, that was too sexy, I drooled watching it. Tiring to wear high heels, right? Come, sit."
She slid a stool over, fortunately, a high stool so Mu Qiu didn’t have to bend to sit while holding her dress.
Only sitting on a high stool made removing shoes a bit inconvenient.
"Let me."
Cheng Zhirang took a black silk scarf from Xiao Yuan and handed it to Mu Qiu to cover her legs, then squatted down to help her take off the heels.
The heel was a bit red; probably chafed.
"It’s alright," she took the water handed to him, pulling him to stand, first cheering for Shu Ran and Bai Shu, "Sister Shu Ran and Bai Shu, good luck."
Sister Shu Ran’s spirit rose again: "You drink water first. Bai Shu and I have stage experience, a bit better than you. First time dancing something so sexy, how does it feel?"
"Really good."
She licked the corner of her lips and said, "They’re calling your names, go on up."
They took to the stage; style shifted dramatically, the screams backstage were not as deafening as before.
Mu Qiu drank half a bottle of water in one go, feeling her belly swelling before putting it down, dazing against Cheng Zhirang.
Shi Yuhuai and Lin Lian were practicing their upcoming four-hand piano duet, searching for the feel, while Guan Yu was different, playing cards with Li Yang beside, asking questions while dealing.
"Guess where that performance ranked in trending searches?"
"... Do you find playing cards like this fun? You don’t have the card, clearly he does, you can predict how to win."
"This is called leisure, to calm my excited heart from watching the beauty dancing. Beautiful, interested in a love triangle? I could join you."
Mu Qiu: "..."
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PS: Similarly, pair this with the music "Trouble Maker." If you can watch alongside HyunA and Hyun-Seung’s dance video, even better. I’ve watched the video over fifty times these days, leaving me heated up / wipes sweat
Additionally: I’ve posted reference pictures of Qiuqiu’s skirt on Weibo. Both tempting and pure ~