"Stupid! To breathe abdominally, even if you haven't practiced yoga, swimming will always be like the feeling of swimming, a high note is like a deep dive, in order to ensure that you don't drown, you have to control your breath use! ”

Leng Zimo took her two hands, put them on his waist, and then demonstrated abdominal breathing for her.

"Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale ......"

His hand grasped hers, and under the palm of her hand was a thin layer of shirt that was his skin.

He drooped slightly, and the air he exhaled ran through her hair again and again.

Luo Xiaoqian's heart instinctively beat faster.

"Got it?" Leng Zimo asked.

"Yes!" She nodded slightly.

He let go of her, turned her around, and put his palms on her waist, "Inhale, exhale, and relax your chest......"

She did as she was told, exhaling, inhaling, and her waist rose and fell with her breathing.

"Very well, now, sing it from the beginning!"

Luo Xiaoqian started according to the order and sang from the beginning.

Leng Zimo felt the soft skin on her slender waist through her thin clothes, and the emotions that were still focused at first were unconsciously a little uneasy.

Her waist was so slender that it could barely withstand his two hands.

Her hair, what is it washed with, weishenme will smell so good.

Before she knew it, his face had reached her hair, and the palm that had been supporting her waist had tightened restlessly.

She was wearing a large T-shirt, and from his point of view, he could clearly see her sunken collarbone, and the marks he had left before were still faintly visible.

Leng Zimo's lips and tongue became dry.

"Stop!"

After his guidance, when she sang just now, she paid attention to the rhythm of her breathing, and the whole song was sung smoothly, even the first high note just now was very relaxed, could it be that she sang it wrong again?

Luo Xiaoqian suppressed her voice and turned her face to look at him, "Did I sing it wrong again?" ”

Leng Zimo's voice was slightly hoarse, "Inhale!" ”

She obediently took a deep breath, and before she could finish her breath, he was already holding her chin and kissing her from behind.

This Leng Zimo, is there any mistake!

"Woo......"

She wanted to speak, but he took the opportunity to enter, and Luo Xiaoqian's voice directly turned into a series of unconscious muffled voices.

This kiss is almost as long as a shijie.

When he was finally willing to let go of her, Luo Xiaoqian only felt that her lips and tongue were sore, and she straightened up from his arms, and she gasped and spoke.

"We ...... Go on? ”

"Good!"

He said, and then he kissed him again.

Is there any mistake, she said to continue to practice songs, not to continue this!

Whoa!

Her T-shirt was torn open under his palm again.

Feeling that he kissed deeper and deeper, Luo Xiaoqian knew that it would be futile to say anything at this time, so she closed her eyes appointingly.

……

……

Early the next morning.

Luo Xiaoqian was still asleep, and Leng Zimo had already gotten up first.

Looking at her little face flushed with sleep, he hesitated for a moment, but still shook her arm.

"Get up!"

"One minute, one minute!"

Luo Xiaoqian unconsciously shrank into the quilt, and the so-called minute was just a subconscious reaction.

With a light breath, Leng Zimo turned around and walked into the bathroom to take a bath, but when he came back after washing, the girl still held the quilt and maintained the posture just now.

"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.