Leng Zimo strode down the stairs, but Luo Xiaoqian remained seated without moving.
"I haven’t finished my soup yet."
"I’ll wait for you upstairs!" He didn’t stop and headed straight upstairs.
Luo Xiaoqian hung her head and sipped the soup, spoonful by spoonful.
She didn’t leave a single drop in the bowl and slowly and reluctantly washed the bowl, tidied the kitchen, and took out the trash... until she could find no excuse to stay downstairs, then she reluctantly made her way upstairs.
She pushed open the door to the bedroom, only to find that he wasn’t there.
Neither was he on the balcony. Could it be he was taking a shower? But why wasn’t there any noise?
Luo Xiaoqian tiptoed to the bathroom door like a thief, pressing her ear against it and straining to listen.
Behind her, Leng Zimo’s voice suddenly sounded.
"What do you want to listen to?"
"Ah... nothing!" Luo Xiaoqian straightened, "I wanted to use the bathroom and was worried soone might be inside, so..."
Leng Zimo glanced at her indifferently, "Your earlobe is red!"
Didn’t she know? She was never good at lying. Whenever she told a lie, not only would her gaze dart about, but her earlobes would also turn red.
He just had to glance at her ears to know if she was telling the truth or a lie.
"Ah?"
Luo Xiaoqian touched her earlobe and indeed, it felt warm.
"Co here, you’ve already wasted a lot of ti!" Leng Zimo turned and walked towards the Practice Room.
The Practice Room?
Could it be, he was in the mood for mischief tonight?!
Luo Xiaoqian followed him into the room with trepidation, watching as he closed the door behind her, her heart quivered along.
At that mont, Leng Zimo raised his hand, pressed the remote control, and the sound system turned on, filling the room with music imdiately.
"Dance for !" he ordered, arms crossed.
Dance?
Luo Xiaoqian was stunned for two seconds before realizing that he wanted her to dance.
It seed she had thought too much!
Moving to the center of the floor, she began to move to the music, starting from the beginning the dance taught by Professor Seo Ya.
Because he was watching, she was particularly nervous and soon missed a beat.
"Stop!" Leng Zimo frowned as he walked in front of her, raising his hand in a stopping motion, "You’re dancing, not chopping vegetables. Start over!"
So she started from the beginning again.
"Stop, stop, stop..." Leng Zimo turned off the music and threw the remote aside. He casually picked up a wooden ruler that rested beside the sound system, slipped off his slippers, and approached barefoot to stand by her side, placing the wooden ruler on her back, "You already lack a chest, and you’re still hunching. Stand up straight and keep your legs straight!"
His hand was heavy, slapping her back through a thin layer of clothing, causing pain.
She did as she was told, and he moved behind her, supporting her abdon with one hand and lifting her chin with the wooden ruler in the other, speaking deeply from behind her.
"Look at yourself, your back is arched like a shrimp. This is the stage, those below are your audience. What are you? You are the focus, their goddess; even a simple gesture or a movent should stir their emotions..."
Luo Xiaoqian was full of skepticism.
He made it sound so easy as if she was so kind of deity or a star.
Luo Xiaoqian made a face at the mirror.
This was her first ti on a real stage. How could she compare with him? This guy simply had too high expectations.
Noticing her expression in the mirror, Leng Zimo scoffed disdainfully.
"If you yourself don’t think you deserve to be a diva, then you might as well give up now and not practice... just be my lover for the rest of your life."
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