Jinxuan couldn’t help but think, if Nangong Jin had a daughter, she would be very beautiful.
Right, the Nangong Family has a daughter nad Nangong Lin, who is twins with Nangong Jin, and the two look very alike.
Nangong Lin had been a child star since she was young, and she beca a celebrity as she grew up, and a particularly popular one in the Empire.
It is said that she was rated as the world’s most beautiful face, and she looks very much like Nangong Jin, so one can imagine how good-looking they both are.
However, it’s strange that although Nangong Lin and Nangong Jin look alike, they don’t appear masculine or feminine out of place.
Just like Nangong Jin is not effeminate at all, and Nangong Lin is not mannish at all.
So, genetics really are a strange thing.
But honestly speaking, Nangong Jin was even more beautiful than Nangong Lin; had he beco a celebrity, one couldn’t imagine how many fans he would have had.
But she had heard rumors, in the dance world, that besides Nangong Jin’s exceptional dance skills, his appearance was also outstanding.
As dance is ant to be appreciated, if one is really unsightly, honestly, they can’t grace a significant stage.
If the dance is good and the dancer is also good-looking, it naturally makes a brilliant effect.
Jinxuan couldn’t help but think if Nangong Jin had continued dancing, perhaps he would now be a globally renowned dance star.
So, one’s path in life has many routes, each choice leading to a different scenario.
She wondered if he had ever thought about making a coback to recreate the dance legend; if he were to dance again, it would surely shock the entire world of dance.
Would he, though?
After a brief reverie, Jinxuan gently removed Nangong Jin’s hand, preparing to get up.
She couldn’t help it; her biological clock woke her up early, and if she didn’t get up, lying there was uncomfortable.
Jinxuan quietly rolled out of bed, finding it funny that being with soone else really wasn’t the sa as being alone.
For example, alone, one could stretch lazily or roll around in bed, but now there were two of them, and the other was still asleep...
So, it really was different; Jinxuan gently put on her slippers with a slight smile, turned back to look at Nangong Jin, who was still sleeping soundly.
Jinxuan stretched a bit and then went to tidy up. Unbeknownst to her, as she turned around, the old man Youyou lifted his lips, rubbed his slender fingers across them, and with alluring eyes, briefly opened them, enchanting as a phantom.
Oblivious, Jinxuan went to pour herself a glass of water and drank it heartily before looking back at Nangong Jin and then heading to the bathroom.
After washing up, he was still asleep.
She hadn’t practiced her fundantals for two days now, and feared she couldn’t skip today. But would it be safe to leave Nangong Jin alone in the room while she went to the practice room?
What if soone discovered him...
Recalling her father’s words and his attitude from yesterday, Jinxuan shivered and decided to practice in the room instead, as her balcony was also equipped with practice bars.
Moreover, the balcony had curtains, so as long as she didn’t open them, no one could see.
Jinxuan went to the cloakroom, changed into her practice clothes, and began stretching.
In fact, the Nangong Family had been awake since she woke up; he always slept lightly, usually having restless nights, but last night he had slept surprisingly soundly.
Nearly the mont she woke up, he did as well, especially since a certain little thing had kissed him on the lips. How could he not awaken?
He really hadn’t expected that this little thing would steal a kiss in the morning, which was quite a pleasant surprise.
Ah, that sort of thing should’ve been his role.
With a slight turn of his head, he saw her practicing the fundantals on the balcony, bending, doing the splits, thoroughly enjoying her practice.
Dressed in a red practice outfit, her whole figure looked brilliantly white and vibrant, Nangong Jin’s eyes dimd a bit; she looked so beautiful in red.
Watching her in such an outfit doing her fundantals, Nangong Jin’s gaze grew dark with emotion; his wife’s splits were too smoothly executed to be true.
Jinxuan continued stretching for a while, her body slightly sweating. Just a bit more leg stretching would suffice.
The fundantals are an everyday necessity for dancers, requiring day-after-day, year-after-year persistence. If not maintained, the tendons tighten, and the body loses its flexibility.
So, Jinxuan dared only to skip her practices for a day or two at most.
Right now, she was doing a split, her long, muscular, and visually appealing legs stretched straight out.
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