Seven years after transmigrating, he was cornered at the head of the bed by a cold and aloof empress

Chapter 66 That waist! Those legs! Lin Zhou, you used to be the top hostess at the club, right?

If that look in his eyes just now was a plea for help, then the next set of actions was practically a death sentence.

With the signature sweet chorus of "Love You" accompanying her, Lin Zhou completely "let loose".

Or to be more precise, that insane system completely took over his body.

"Ho baby, say more sweet words~"

Lin Zhou took a gliding step, his long legs drawing a beautiful arc on the stage, and then suddenly exerted force from his waist, performing a perfectly executed hip thrust.

"If you miss me, take another look~"

He turned around again, his broad shoulders swaying rhythmically with the movement—a core strength honed from years of housework. Each twist carried a resilient energy full of explosive power.

The female directors in the audience stared wide-eyed, their water bottles rattling in their hands.

"Holy crap... that waist strength..."

"Is this really something I can watch for free? This isn't girl group dancing, it's like they're dancing on my guilty conscience!"

"Help! Why doesn't this kind of dance make a grown man look effeminate at all? On the contrary...on the contrary, it's so sexy?!"

That feeling was so strange.

Lin Zhou's face clearly wore a cold, hard expression that said, "Don't touch me, I want to die, don't mess with me." His brows were furrowed so tightly they could trap a fly, and his eyes were so fierce that it looked like he was negotiating with the underworld.

But his body betrayed him horribly.

Every wink was perfectly timed, every heart gesture was textbook perfect, and even the slightly raised little finger exuded a natural...sassiness.

This extreme contrast between being "forced to work" and being adorably awkward is practically a weapon of mass destruction.

The live stream chat was unreadable, filled with vulgar and offensive language.

"Wow! That waist, those legs, that core strength! Goddess Su must eat way too well!"

"I suspect Lin Zhou might have studied at the White Horse Club before? With that kind of skill, I don't believe he didn't have a top-tier hostess!"

Lin Zhou: I only have a tiny bit of talent. Actually: I can do a tiny bit!

"Three minutes! I need all of this man's information! No, I need his link! I want to buy a husband like that!"

Su Qingge stood below the stage, as if she were nailed to the spot.

She originally intended to watch Lin Zhou make a fool of himself, to see him flustered and clumsy.

But now...

She felt her face burning hot and her heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her throat.

Is that radiant, charismatic man on stage really her spineless husband of seven years?

"That bastard..."

Su Qingge bit her lower lip, but she couldn't take her gaze off Lin Zhou.

Especially when Lin Zhou squatted down and stood up, the movement was so large that his T-shirt around his waist was pulled tight, instantly outlining his slender waistline and firm hip contours.

The screams of the girls around her were almost piercing her eardrums.

"Aaaaaah! Brother, kill me!"

"That V-shaped waist! Absolutely incredible!"

An unprecedented sense of crisis instantly gripped Su Qingge's heart like vines.

acid.

It's so sour.

It's like having a treasured possession that you've kept for years suddenly taken out for exhibition and coveted by a group of people.

"Don't look! Shut up!"

Su Qingge screamed inwardly, wishing she could rush up and grab a sack to put Lin Zhou in.

That's her husband!

That waist belongs only to her!

Why should these people get to watch it for free?

"Not bad, looks like we won't need to mop the floors anymore, we can just let him scrub them."

At this moment, Director Yan Min, oblivious to the danger, leaned over and teased, a mischievous smile on her face, "Teacher Su, your parenting is excellent! Lin Zhou's flexibility, you must have practiced a lot, right?"

Su Qingge gave him a cold glare, and the murderous look in her eyes made Yan Min shrink back.

"Whether I've practiced or not is none of your business!"

Her tone was harsh, her gaze fixed on the man on stage who was still "exuding charm," and the mineral water bottle in her hand had been crushed.

At this point, the song was nearing its end.

Lin Zhou felt like he was about to collapse.

It wasn't from being tired, it was from feeling ashamed.

He swore he'd never been so humiliated in his life! This was even more agonizing than having to carry bricks on a construction site all day!

"One last push! Hold on! For god-level fighting techniques!"

Lin Zhou cheered himself up in his heart.

As the last drumbeat fell, the music abruptly stopped.

According to the original dance of "Love You", the ending should be a sweet freeze-frame pose.

However, the system's judgment is obviously more stringent, requiring a **suffocating sense of contrast**.

then.

Under the watchful eyes of thousands of people in the audience.

Lin Zhou, who was already drenched in sweat, suddenly stopped moving. He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving, and sweat slid down his high nose and dripped onto his collarbone.

He raised his hand, intending to make a heart shape with his hands as an ending gesture.

But as if guided by some strange force (or perhaps manipulated by the system), his hand did not stop in front of his chest, but instead slid down and grabbed the hem of his T-shirt, which was already soaked with sweat and stuck to his body.

Then, with a sudden upward flick!

This was originally a gesture of wiping sweat.

But in that specific atmosphere, with the specific lighting and the lingering background music, this action was imbued with endless imagination.

That instant.

The black T-shirt was lifted up.

His tight, firm, and neatly arranged eight-pack abs, along with his two deep and sexy V-lines, were exposed without reservation to the high-definition camera and to everyone's gaze.

The light shone on it, giving it a honey-colored sheen, and you could even see the sweat beads slowly rolling down the muscle lines.

wild.

sexy.

Hormones explode.

"ah--!!!"

Holy crap!!!

The screams from the audience reached their peak at this moment, almost lifting the ground of the threshing floor.

Several young girls in the front row holding up light boards clutched their hearts and collapsed, looking like they were saying, "I can't take it anymore, give me oxygen!"

Even Li Sisi, the host who was used to big events, couldn't help but swallow hard, and almost dropped her microphone.

This...who can withstand this?

"Enough!!"

A furious shout suddenly pierced through the cacophony of screams.

Su Qingge finally couldn't sit still any longer.

That glimpse of her abs became the final straw that broke her rationality.

She suddenly jumped up from her chair, disregarding her diva image and the fact that she was still live-streaming, and rushed onto the stage, lifting her skirt.

Its speed was as fast as a white lightning bolt.