""Itch"? What a stupid song title!"

…

"She is a touch of the setting sun

Think more, think more, who knows how to appreciate it?

She has a window with blue clouds

Just waiting for someone to share it with

She is a continuous piece of music

I wish there was someone who knew how to sing

She has eyes full of soft light

Just waiting, waiting for someone to bloom for it

Come on, be happy, you have plenty of time anyway

Come on, love, there is a lot of foolishness anyway

Come and wander, there are many directions anyway

Come on, come on, there's a lot to see anyway

Ah itchy

Fall in love openly and openly with the appearance of love

A roundabout way back to Meng Lang who was obsessed with dreams

The more I panic, the more I think, the more I panic, the more it itches, the more I scratch it, the more it itches

…”

"Fuck! What kind of song is this? I'm getting goosebumps!"

"Li Zixuan, you are so naughty!"

"Holy shit! Why is this voice so sexy and charming? Is this still Li Zixuan's voice?"

"My ears are pregnant, really!"

"Xuanxuan, I have your child, you have to be responsible!"

"I admit that I have wild imagination!"

"Mom! I met true love!"

"Come on! Be happy!"

"You can sing even more coquettishly than a woman, you are indeed a talent!"

"Is this the Mi Mi sound mentioned in the book?"

"It's very picturesque. It reminds me of those famous actors and actresses during the Republic of China."

"Except for other things, Li Zixuan's voice is really quality! Listening to him sing this song makes me feel numb all over!"

"I've lost my temper, what's going on?"

"Li Zixuan, please mosaic your voice!"

"From today on, I, Yang Yongxin, admit that you are a genius!"

Zhao Ritian: "It's okay, just barely."
Chapter completed!