"Idiot! Use abdominal breathing. Even if you haven't practiced yoga, you can always swim. It feels like swimming. A high note is like a deep dive. In order to ensure that you don't drown, you must control your body.
Use breath!"
Leng Zimo took her two hands, put them on his waist, and then showed her abdominal breathing.
"Breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe..."
His hand grasped hers, and under her palm was his skin through a thin layer of shirt.
He lowered his face slightly, and the air he exhaled passed through her hair again and again.
Luo Xiaoqian's heart beat faster instinctively.
"Do you understand?" Leng Zimo asked.
"Yeah!" She nodded lightly.
He let go of her, turned her around, and put his hands on her slender waist, "Inhale, exhale, relax your chest..."
She followed the instructions, exhaled and inhaled, and her waist rose and fell with her breathing.
"Very good, now, sing it from the beginning!"
Luo Xiaoqian followed the instructions and sang from the beginning.
Leng Zimo felt the soft skin on her slender waist through her thin clothes. He was still focused at first and could not help but feel distracted.
Her waist was so slender that it could barely stand his hands.
What did she use to wash her hair, and why does it smell so good?
Unknowingly, his face had reached her hair, and the palms that were originally supporting her waist had tightened uneasily.
She was wearing a big T-shirt. Looking from his angle, she could clearly see her sunken collarbone, and the traces he had left before were still vaguely visible.
Leng Zimo's lips and tongue felt dry.
"stop!"
After his guidance, she paid great attention to the rhythm of her breathing when she sang just now. The whole song was sung smoothly, even the first high note was very easy. Could it be that she sang it wrong again?
Luo Xiaoqian stopped her voice and turned to look at him, "Did I sing wrong again?"
Leng Zimo's voice was slightly hoarse, "Breathe in!"
She took a deep breath obediently, and before she finished taking a breath, he had already held her chin and kissed her from behind.
This Leng Zimo, did you make a mistake?
"Woo..."
She wanted to speak, but he took the opportunity to come in, and Luo Xiaoqian's voice turned into a series of unconscious muffled sounds.
This kiss was almost as long as a world.
When he finally let her go, Luo Xiaoqian felt her lips and tongue were sore. She stood up from his arms and gasped.
"Shall we...continue?"
"good!"
He said, and then he kissed her again.
Is there any mistake? What she said was to continue practicing singing, not to continue this!
Bah!
Her T-shirt ripped under his hands again.
Feeling that his kiss was getting deeper and deeper, Luo Xiaoqian knew that it would be in vain to say anything at this time, so she closed her eyes with resignation.
…
…
Early the next morning.
Luo Xiaoqian was still sleeping, but Leng Zimo had already gotten up first.
Looking at her little face that was flushed with sleep, he hesitated for a while and finally shook her arm.
"get up!"
"One minute, just one minute!"
Luo Xiaoqian shrank into the quilt unconsciously. The so-called one minute was just a subconscious reaction.
After sighing softly, Leng Zimo turned around and walked into the bathroom to take a shower. However, when he came back after washing, the girl was still holding the quilt and maintaining the same posture as before.
"get up!"
He was a little angry.
"what time is it?"
Luo Xiaoqian sat up in a daze, hugged the quilt and asked Leng Zimo.
