My Smell Is Damn Charming (MTL-ed)

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The microphone was raised, and before speaking, an excited audience clapped, and the applause spread throughout the stadium.

The glow stick was also lit in the dark.

"Thank you, thank you." Delia bowed gracefully, then turned and bowed to the audience behind him. He has a fairly good skating foundation, and his control on the ice is not bad. "Welcome to Mississippi City, the 32nd. At the show skating scene of the Figure Skating Championship, I’m Delia, today’s host."

"The championship game has ended for three days. A total of 452 athletes from 21 countries in the world participated in the ABO three individual and double skating competitions, and four championships were decided and they received generous bonuses."

"I hope their performance today can be worthy of the bonus they received. Of course, for everyone, we also invited your favorite pheromone skaters, "Furongxiang" and "Snowtop Coffee"!!!"

The high-pitched and passionate voice called out the highly anticipated name, and the applause rang out as expected.

The live TV also cut the scenes to the faces of Lance and Melva in the live broadcast room.

At this moment, it was not enough to restore Lance's mood, so Lance in the picture was still an unhappy face. As for Melva, he was still dull and dull, with almost no sense of existence.

Delia said a few words in the opening line, and when he got the applause, he closed it, opened his palms to the front and said: "The first show is a performance by a group of children from Mississippi. They may not have your needs. There is no pheromone you want to smell, but trust me, childlike fun is sometimes the best cure."

"My dears, is the sea coming?"

"it's here!!!!"

The children's crisp voices sounded like pearls falling on the hard drive, making pleasant noises.

Immediately after the lights came on, a group of little peasants dressed in blue Kosten, as if driving a train, one by one grabbing the hem of the clothes, sliding slowly.

The sound of waves resounded in the stadium.

"Wow-wow -"

The children danced on the ice with nursery rhymes.

Li Xin stood at the entrance and exit of the ice rink with his feet wider than shoulder width. While doing warm-up movements, Li Xin watched the performance on the ice with good eyes.

Then he said to Mu Huan, "So cute!"

Mu Huan nodded. He knew that Li Xin was talking about the youngest performer on the ice. It seemed that she was only three or four years old. She couldn't keep up with the steps of her brothers and sisters, but worked very hard, with her short legs on the ice. Struggling hard, looking left and right, those big blue eyes panicked, just like the little cute drawn in a cartoon.

Li Xin's gaze fell on the child, and he casually announced: "I will give birth to such a cute little beanie in the future."

"..." Mu Huan, who suddenly realized that he would have a child with "himself", was upset for a moment. If he hadn't closed his mouth tightly, he almost suspected that his heart would roll out of his throat.

It took a long time to fall into a weird state like Alice in Wonderland, bizarrely excessive.

But fortunately, Li Xin only announced unilaterally like this, and did not intend to consult Mu Huan.

He is so happy now, his body is filled with uncontrollable joyful cells, and he flicks his wide sleeves meaninglessly: "It's so cute, can I pinch her face when I come down."