Luo Xiaoqian has always been strong when faced with a strong situation, how could she admit defeat?
"Don't even think about it, I will never admit my mistake!"
She pulled out his palm, threw it away, and continued to jump.
Stretch your arms, stretch your waist, rotate...
In every move, she tried her best.
Who says she is not qualified to be a queen? She can, she definitely can!
Leng Zimo followed her side expressionlessly, the wooden ruler in his hand falling down from time to time and slapping her body, legs, and waist.
"Raise your legs a little bit... straighten your wrists... keep your waist straight... I didn't ask you to bend..."
He was really pushing hard, and every foot was painful.
She gritted her teeth, endured the pain, endured his vicious curses, and danced over and over again until she was covered in sweat and her broken hair stuck to her forehead. When she turned around at the last time, she fell.
"I think we'd better take a shower and go to bed!"
He came over and looked at her condescendingly, like looking at a dirty rag.
Luo Xiaoqian was anxious.
She gritted her teeth, stood up again, and started all over again.
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As she jumped again and again, Leng Zimo's ruler fell less and less often.
In the last spinning movement, she danced exceptionally neatly, and after two pirouettes, she performed a beautiful pose.
In the mirror, her posture is stretched, her hips are spread like wings, and her chin is slightly raised. She is so beautiful and proud.
Looking at herself in the mirror, Luo Xiaoqian gained a bit more confidence.
"I did it!"
"It's just that I didn't make any mistakes!"
Leng Zimo threw aside the ruler in his hand, turned around and walked out of the practice room door.
Luo Xiaoqian stuck out her tongue and made a face at his back, looked at herself in the glasses again, she breathed a sigh of relief, and her face became solemn.
"Luo Xiaoqian, come on, I believe you, you can do it!"
In fact, she didn't know how demanding Leng Zimo's requirements were.
In Emperor Vision, if they could get a sentence from Leng Zimo saying "there is nothing wrong", those big-name singers or actors would be secretly happy in their hearts.
This Leng Zimo was far more harsh than she imagined.
Taking a breath, Luo Xiaoqian jumped again from beginning to end, and the last jump was still completed perfectly.
By this time, her physical strength had finally reached its limit, and she fell to the floor, gasping for air.
"To take a bath!"
Beside the door, Leng Zimo came back at some point.
Luo Xiaoqian took a look at his face and didn't say anything. She just got up from the ground, wiped her sweat with the towel around her neck, then turned off the music, walked out of the practice room, and walked into the bedroom bathroom.
The water has been put in the bathtub. He seems to have added essential oil or something like that to the water. There is a faint scent of lavender in the air.
Does this mean she should be washed and fragrant so that she can enjoy it?
No matter, she didn't have a choice anyway.
Taking off her clothes, Luo Xiaoqian stepped into the bathtub and slowly immersed herself in the hot water.
She had been tormented by him for so long last night, practicing piano during the day and dancing at night. Now she was really exhausted. Lavender essential oil has the effect of calming the nerves and relieving pain. Soaking it in hot water made her body tired.
Gradually, Luo Xiaoqian's tense skin and spirit seemed to relax little by little, and before she knew it, she fell asleep leaning on the corner of the bathtub.
The bathroom door was gently pushed open.
Leng Zimo strode in.
"How long do you want to wash?"
In the bathtub, there was no response.
Walking over and noticing her closed eyes, Leng Zimo raised his eyebrows slightly.
He stretched out his hand, trying to wake her up, looking through the water waves at the deep and shallow marks he had left on her body, and his fingers froze in mid-air.
