His fingers made her tremble all over.

"Don't think!"

She pulled out of his palm, shook it off, and continued to jump.

Extend your arms, stretch your waist, rotate your ......

In every move, she tries her best to do her best.

Who said she is not qualified to be a diva, she can, she must be!

Leng Zimo followed her side without any expression, and the wooden ruler of his hand fell from time to time, slapping on her body, legs, and waist.

"Leg elevation a little bit...... Wrist Extension ...... Waist to be straight, now is not on the bed, I didn't let you bend ......"

He really worked hard, and every foot was a heart-piercing pain.

She gritted her teeth, endured the pain, endured the curses of his poisonous tongue, jumped over and over again, until she was covered with sweat, her broken hair was stuck to her forehead, and when Zuihou turned around, she fell.

"I think, it's better for us to take a shower and go to bed!"

He walked over and looked at her condescendingly.

She gritted her teeth, got up again, and started all over again.

……

As she jumped one time at a time, Leng Zimo's ruler fell less and less.

Zuihou has a spinning movement, she jumps exceptionally neatly, and after two spins, one is beautifully shaped.

In the mirror, her posture is stretched, her hips are stretched out like wings, and her chin is slightly raised, so beautiful and proud.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Luo Xiaoqian added a little confidence.

"I did it!"

"It's just that nothing went wrong!"

Leng Zimo threw the ruler in his hand aside, turned around and walked out of the door of the practice room.

Luo Xiaoqian stuck out her tongue at his back and grimaced, looking at herself in the glasses again, she exhaled softly and purened her face.

"Luo Xiaoqian, come on, I believe in you, you can!"

In fact, she didn't know how high Leng Zimo's requirements were.

In Dishi, if you can get Leng Zimo's "no mistakes", those big-name singers or actors must secretly rejoice in their hearts.

This Leng Zimo is far more demanding than she imagined.

Taking a breath, Luo Xiaoqian jumped from beginning to end again, and Zuihou made a jump, which was still perfectly completed.

By this time, her strength had finally reached its limit, and she sat down on the floor, gasping for breath.

"Go take a shower!"

By the door, Leng Zimo had walked back at some point.

Luo Xiaoqian glanced at his face and didn't say anything, 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 bathroom of the bedroom.

In the tub, the water was already set, he seemed to have added essential oils or something to the water, and there was a faint scent of lavender in the air.

Is this for her to be washed and fragrant for enjoyment?

Well, 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.

I was tossed by him for so long last night, practicing the piano during the day and dancing at night, now she is really tired to the extreme, lavender essential oil has the effect of calming the nerves and relieving pain, soaked in hot water, the fatigue on her body gradually disappears, Luo Xiaoqian's tense skin and spirit seem to be relaxed little by little, and unconsciously, she leaned on the corner of the bathtub and fell asleep.

The bathroom door was gently pushed open.

Leng Zimo strode in.

"How long are you going to wash!"

Inside the bathtub, there is no response.

Walking over and noticing her closed eyes, Leng Zimo raised her eyebrows slightly.

He reached out to wake her up, his fingers frozen in the air as he looked at the deep and shallow marks he had left on her body through the water.