Black Lotus Daughter She is Not Easy To Mess With

   Chapter 187 Squad leader, do you hurt?

  The class's runway show Shen Lingxi was not one of them. She didn't like that kind of occasion, so she declined the invitation to take the stage.

   When she declined, she could see the regrets of her classmates, but they all expressed their willingness to respect her wishes, and it was precisely because she did not want to see their disappointed eyes again that Shen Lingxi offered to help.

   People who seem to be cool and indifferent to other people's opinions are actually really warm in their hearts.

   She will take care of the emotions of the people around her and put herself in the shoes of others.

   This is Wang Ningxiu's greatest feeling for Shen Lingxi.

   After agreeing to help with the clothes, in the next few nights, when Shen Lingxi returned home, she didn't write questions, but drew pictures on the coffee table.

   To be precise, it is to draw a costume design draft.

   She looks very serious in her drawing, the warm light of the lamp at her hand falls, and a silhouette falls from her slender eyelashes.

  Pure white pajama dress, the bow at the neckline of the doll collar is a little loose, slightly open to reveal a small section of delicate clavicle, and the naturally falling hairband touches the clavicle a little bit with her movements.

   The black pencil between the fingers of white jade forms a strong contrast, the tip of the pen moves, and on the drawing paper is a design draft of a delicate dress.

   Shen Lingxi can draw.

   And not only will, the technology can be said to be very superb.

   When she picked up the brush, there seemed to be a magical force pushing her forward.

   Time passes by little by little.

   It was dawn in the blink of an eye.

  The warm light of the rising sun smeared a touch of orange on the horizon, and the dazzling sunlight was very mild at the moment.

  The sun is like an egg yolk, rising little by little from the other side of the city.

  The clouds seemed to sense the shyness of the sun and blocked it.

  When we say goodbye, it is in mid-air, facing the moon, which is too late to get off work.

  Shen Lingxi put away all the sketches that were finally completed, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and opened the curtains.

  The moment the sun shines in, it seems that a layer of light is plated on her body, and the beauty is exciting.

  …

   "Help, I'm going to die, my waist is sore, my legs hurt, my back hurts, there's no good place for my whole body." Duan Wenyi lay on the table and wailed.

  Wang Zhuo was not much better: "Get up, your big head pressed against my elbow, it hurts."

   "I just said why suddenly the table is not hard." As soon as Duan Wen raised his head slightly, the man next to him immediately pulled his arm out.

   "As for the two of you, just dance. Those who don't know, thought you two were doing something inappropriate for children last night." Xie Feng looked at the front table that was paralyzed like mud, and said sarcastic words.

   "Brother Feng, don't stand and talk without your back hurting. We are all old arms and old legs. You have to be considerate of us when you go to dance." Wang Zhuo turned his head with difficulty.

   "That's right, are you really not tired at all?" Duan Wenyi was extremely curious.

When    was practicing dance, Xie Feng was like a chicken blood.

  Others are tired like dead dogs, crying and pulling ligaments and leg pain and back pain, just like an unconscious person.

  What the music teacher said, he danced how he wanted, and the ligaments would be soft without opening at all.

  Xie Feng with an innocent expression: "No."

  Wang Zhuo, Duan Wenyi: "The Great Man."

   "Look at Brother Heng, it's okay, nothing's wrong." Xie Feng glanced at his deskmate who was trying to endorse.

   He also practiced dancing, and it was no different from usual.

  Shao Heng: "…"

   "Monitor, are you in pain?" Wang Zhuo asked sincerely.

   (end of this chapter)