Black Lotus Daughter She is Not Easy To Mess With

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 didn't want to see their disappointed eyes again that Shen Lingxi offered to help.

People who seem cool and careless about 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 their shoes.

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's a clothing design draft.

She looked very serious in her drawing, the warm light of the lamp by her hand fell, and a silhouette fell from her slender eyelashes.

The pure white pajama dress, the doll collar and the bow at the neckline are a little loose, slightly open to reveal a small section of delicate collarbone, and the naturally falling hair band touches the collarbone little by little with her movements.

There is a strong contrast between the black pencils between the white and jade fingers, 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 paintbrush, there seemed to be a magical force pushing her forward.

Time passed 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 also very gentle 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 the sketches that were finally completed, and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window to open the curtains.

The moment the sun shines in, it seems as if a layer of light has been plated on her body, and the beauty is heartwarming.

...

"Help, I'm going to be crippled, my waist is sore, my legs hurt, my back hurts, and 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 is pressing on 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, and if you don't know, you 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 legs. When you go to dance, you have to be considerate of us." Wang Zhuo turned his head with difficulty.

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

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

Others are tired like dead dogs, crying and pulling ligaments, legs 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 had an innocent expression: "No."

Wang Zhuo and Duan Wenyi: "The bully."

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

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

Shao Heng: "..."

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