Mucheng put her thoughts back to what Xiao Shiqin said.
There is no doubt that she is moved.
Dancers' bodies will become stiff if they don't move for a long time, and she clearly felt that she had become a lot stranger during this time.
There was no need for Mucheng to be pretentious with him, but she could not help but think of Teacher Wen Ying.
When the call was connected just now, the first thing the other party said was to ask how she was doing.
When Xiao Shiqin trapped her in the villa, she resisted. After calming down, the only request she made was to ensure that Jiang Shu and Cheng Man were safe.
Among them, Wen Ying was also included.
For Mucheng, Wen Ying was a blessing to her.
Just now...
It would be a lie to say that I have no regrets, but there is no such thing as the best of both worlds in this world.
If you have something to gain, you have to give it up.
Xiao Shiqin had been looking at her, and when he saw her expression was different, he asked, "What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Mucheng shook her head, "It's okay, you can arrange it." She said and handed the phone back to him.
Xiao Shiqin didn't answer, pushed the phone back, kissed her forehead, "Are you unhappy?"
Although they didn't say it clearly, both of them understood what his action meant.
This means that she is no longer restricted, or in other words, there is no need to worry about her escaping again.
Mucheng retracted her hand, put her phone aside, and found a comfortable position in his arms, "I just feel uncomfortable. Teacher Wenying is very good to me, I..."
She said no more.
Xiao Shiqin touched her face.
He naturally knew that being Wenying's student meant a lot to her.
At that time, when she applied for Hainan University, apart from Xiao Jin's reasons, the rest was because of Wen Ying.
After all, it won't be because of him.
Thinking of this, Xiao Shiqin's eyes dimmed, and he put his arms around her, their bodies touching each other, as close as if they were one person.
He suppressed his thoughts and comforted himself, "Professor Wen Ying admires people who are passionate about dance. I think even if you are not in Haishi, as long as you continue to dance, you have not failed her."
"is that so?"
Mucheng turned around in his arms, holding the hem of his clothes in her hands, and looked up at him.
Xiao Shiqin enjoyed the way she looked at him, which made him feel that she was relying on him.
He likes the feeling of being needed by Mucheng.
The two of them were meant to be one.
Xiao Shiqin's eyes were filled with emotions, and he couldn't help but bite the corner of her mouth, "You should know Teacher Wen Ying's personality better than I do."
Mucheng's lips turned bright red because of his actions, but she knew nothing about it.
"I'm afraid Teacher Wenying will be disappointed." She was still worried.
The slightly dejected tone made Xiao Shiqin frown.
He tapped her full and bloodshot lips and joked: "The little wild cat who used to show off her teeth and claws, why is she so unsure now?"
Mucheng bared her teeth and chased after his finger to bite it. Xiao Shiqin leaned forward and captured her lips.
Mucheng clenched her fist and hit him.
Xiao Shiqin grabbed it in his hand, held her lips in his mouth, and laughed vaguely.
The kiss didn't last long, and Xiao Shiqin let go of her, breathing calmly and saying, "Come, I'll take you to see something."
Before Mucheng could catch her breath, he pushed her legs apart and hugged her. She shook her cold thighs and said with hazy eyes, "Put me down quickly."
"Be good, don't move."
With that said, Xiao Shiqin bent down and picked up her shoes, hanging them on her fingertips.
Mucheng was so struck by him that she quickly tightened her arms around his neck to prevent herself from falling.
Xiao Shiqin weighed her with one hand and walked inside.
As soon as I entered the villa, I happened to see my aunt walking out of the kitchen, holding the freshly made afternoon tea in her hand.
"Let's go see something first and eat later," Xiao Shiqin said.
The aunt replied with a smile, "Don't rush, don't rush, this thing tastes better when it's cooled."
Xiao Shiqin nodded and carried Mucheng up to the second floor.
When Auntie's figure disappeared from the kitchen, Mucheng raised her head and glared at him with a red face, "Auntie must have misunderstood."
Xiao Shiqin deliberately teased her, "What's the misunderstanding?"
"Asking knowingly." Mucheng went to twist his waist.
Xiao Shiqin hissed, approached her meaningfully, whispered "Don't worry" in a low voice, and led the person up to the third floor again. He didn't put him down until he reached a room near the back.
He motioned for her to come forward and open the door.
Mucheng put her hand on the handle, a little suspicious, especially with his ambiguous tone, "What's in it?"
"You'll find out when you open the door." Xiao Shiqin just smiled.
Mucheng frowned, opened the door and went in.
The venue is open to the eye, with gray wooden floors, and a floor-to-ceiling mirror directly in front of it, with a leg press in front of the mirror.
It's a dance studio.
Xiao Shiqin pressed the switch on the side, and the spotlights around the ceiling suddenly turned on, and the dance room was instantly filled with warm colors.
Although it is simple, it is her favorite style.
Mucheng turned around in surprise, "When did you do it?"
Xiao Shiqin hugged her and said, "Before you move in."
"Did you have a premeditated plan?" Although it was a question, it was in an affirmative tone.
In fact, when decorating all the properties under his name, he would have someone design such a dance studio.
The only difference is that the size and style are slightly different.
Even the villa in Linglong Bay has such a room.
Xiao Shiqin did not hesitate on this issue and just asked: "Do you like it? Do you want to give it a try?"
Mucheng couldn't hold it any longer.
She broke away from Xiao Shiqin and walked in quickly, running her fingers over the leg press. But the more she looked at it, the more she felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
She frowned, but before she had time to think deeply, a prelude to some familiar music sounded in the dance studio.
That was the accompaniment that came from Xiao Shiqin's cell phone and was set as a ringtone by him.
Mucheng looked back and then tiptoed lightly.
Muscles have memory. Even if she is unfamiliar with the dance, when the music sounds, her body has already reacted before her brain.
At the end of the song, Mucheng slowly lowered her arms.
She stood in front of the floor-length mirror to calm down her breathing. The sweat on her neck after strenuous exercise was flowing down the line of her collarbone and slowly sliding into the undulating neckline.
At this time, Mucheng stretched out two hands from behind, passed through both sides of her waist, went around to the front of her body, grabbed the lower edge of the dress and tied a bud knot on her waist.
Mucheng looked at the knot, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in her mind, and she suddenly grasped something.
Xiao Shiqin didn't withdraw his hand, held her waist in his arms, rested his chin on her shoulder, his eyes were deep as if he was suppressing some emotion, and asked: "How is it? Do you like it?"
"I like it." Mucheng frowned and said with some uncertainty, "But this place is a bit like..."
"Huh? What?" Xiao Shiqin tilted his head and brushed his lips against the side of her neck.
Her breath was filled with the fragrance of her body, and as the sweat evaporated, it seemed to be stronger than before.
The man's eyes were deep and dark. He pressed her in front of the floor-length mirror, put her lips to hers, and bit her with restraint.