Ling really found it very interesting.
It's also meat, why is Wei Xi's like this? It was originally a vague and clear outline, but when it was stretched, the shape became more obvious, and it was a hard piece.
Wei Xi didn't respond, and really let her explore. Ling Zhen was a little more courageous, and his fingertips hooked along the lines of the texture.
The temperature of the man's skin is higher than hers, and his whole body is hot and hard.
After touching it a few times, Ling Zhen satisfied his curiosity, let go of his hand and smiled: "Okay."
Wei Xi's eyes were dark, and his smile was a little different from usual. He pinched Ling Zhen's wrist and asked, "Is this all right?"
Ling Zhen didn't understand, so: "What else?" She was just a little curious about the muscles on his body.
After exploring, Ling Zhen found that, apart from the hardness and thickness, there is no difference between the two of their meat.
On the whole, everyone has two arms and two legs, but Wei Xi's chest is flat and firm, while she herself is soft.
—The structure of men and women is similar!
Wei Xi laughed very lowly.
Then he suddenly stretched out his hand, pinched Ling Zhen's waist, picked him up and put him on the table.
Ling Zhen bent his knees vigilantly, stepped on the edge of the table with his toes, and separated him: "What are you doing?"
Wei Xi lowered his head: "Take some reward."
Ling Zhen's eyes widened, and he leaned back: "You let me touch it!"
The implication is, how can you charge for what you let yourself touch for free...! !
"There will be no reward." Wei Xi followed her kindly, breathing slightly, and approached her, "I will give you another teaching."
Ling Zhen was really naive, blinked his eyes: "What?"
There was a glint of light in the man's eyes, then he took her hand and stopped somewhere under him.
"The difference between a man and a woman is not just muscle."
Ling Zhen was confused for two seconds, then suddenly realized what it was, and his fingertips struggled to retract as if they had been burned.
She was ashamed and angry: "Who's going to touch that of yours! Uuuuuuuuu stinky bastard let me go!..."
Is it hard or hot, how, how can he just...! !
Wei Xi didn't force her, he lowered his head, bit the tip of her nose like a catharsis, and said in a low voice: "And..."
"If you touch a man, he will react."
Ling Zhen's world view has been refreshed.
The man's throat was hoarse: "So... if you are not ready, don't touch me like you did just now."
After this, the ignorant little fairy made a qualitative leap in her understanding of the human male body.
It turns out that when a man is touched, he will do that.
And that thing looks so fierce, so fierce QAQ
In the end, she couldn't escape Wei Xi's blackmail, and Wei Xi begged for a good meal before running away crying.
… how so! Obviously he told her to touch it!
A man's mouth is a deceitful ghost!
…
A few days later, the dance troupe's vacation ended, and Ling Zhen returned to the troupe that day.
The videos of their tour performances have not been edited yet, and the news of the next event will come again.
In late April, the city will hold a large-scale art festival, inviting major dance troupes and well-known art schools across the country to perform, aiming to promote academic exchanges in professional fields, showcase the strengths of all parties, and discover new artistic stars.
As a very representative force in this city, the Oriental Song and Dance Troupe is naturally impossible to miss.
After the news was announced, everyone was discussing it during leg press training.
Ling Zhen and Gu Xiaomeng were together, and Xiaomeng told her the news she had found out: "This event is quite big, and many celebrities from the south are coming—Sister Zhenzhen, have you heard of Song Zhi?"
Ling Zhen shook his head: "No."
"She is quite famous in our circle and has a lot of fans," Gu Xiaomeng gave her popular science, "She is from a major, and her mother is an old-timer who dances folk dances, but she follows the persona of a talented and beautiful girl. , the kind with company packaging and marketing, it’s dead in the south.”
Ling Zhen nodded: "That's right."
She doesn't comment on other people's development models, after all, she herself has a star status.
"Song Zhi seems to have always wanted to come to City A to develop, and she has always regarded herself as an old fan of Teacher Wen. In the early years, she was tied up with Teacher Wen and fired cp..." Gu Xiaomeng looked like a surfing player at first glance, babbling After talking a lot, "Ah, yes, this time our group will definitely let Teacher Wen go."
After all, Wen Zichu is their golden signboard, and their reputation is a bit louder than that of the Oriental Song and Dance Troupe, and they have countless fans all over the country. And unlike Ling Zhen's fan base, a large part of Mr. Wen's fans are professionals, which is a very good proof of his recognition in the circle.
Ling Zhen nodded: "Sure, I don't know what dance the teacher chose this time."
Gu Xiaomeng blinked and said in a low voice, "Actually, Miss Zhenzhen, I think you might be able to dance solo this time."
Ling Zhen can be regarded as the pillar of their group now, and after all, what kind of genius and beautiful girl like Song Zhi is, like her little goddess, who can dance like this without professional training, is the real genius All right
Ling Zhen has indeed been trying to choreograph his own dances recently, dancing dances choreographed by others. Although he can dance with his own feeling within the framework, he always feels a little restricted and uncomfortable.
But... Although she also yearns to dance solo, she also knows that her experience is still a bit lacking, so she waved her hand: "Let's not make wild guesses, just listen to the arrangement of the group leader."
Gu Xiaomeng is her little fan girl, and she listens to everything: "Okay."
Two days later, the head of the group announced several notices.
For this art festival, each group has a quota for group dance and a quota for solo dance. The group dance program is yet to be selected, and the quota for solo dance is for Wen Zichu. In addition, some dancers from the south will come to their troupe to learn and communicate in the near future, so everyone should be friendly at that time.
The whole group naturally had no objection.
But after the notification was over, the group leader found Ling Zhen alone.
"In addition to the fixed quota, there is also a vacant solo dance quota. As the city's dance troupe, we are also considered half of the host, and the possibility of winning this quota is very high." The group leader patted her on the shoulder, "Although we said no Yes, but you need to be prepared first."
I have to say that this is indeed a surprising good news.
Ling Zhen smiled sweetly: "Thank you, leader."
Team leader: "Don't thank me in advance, it won't be too late to thank you when you get this quota."
For Ling Zhen, regardless of whether she can go or not, the leader's willingness to give her this opportunity is a kind of affirmation in itself.
There is a sense of satisfaction in my heart.
Ling Zhen was in a good mood when he returned home, and bought some ingredients to cook for himself.
The evening breeze in April gradually became more comfortable.
Soup was gurgling in the kitchen, the windows were open, and the night breeze was blowing gently through the hall.
Wei Xi leaned against the door of the room, listening to the little girl chattering: "I must have performed so well during the tour! The head of the group will give me the opportunity. Although I am not sure whether I will be able to make it in the end, but this is Approved~"
Wei Xi also felt very good.
She dances by herself, so she doesn't have to be with that man.
Ling Zhen wore her new strawberry apron, waved the spoon in her hand, and turned to look at Wei Xi with bright eyes.
That appearance, asking brightly: Am I awesome
Wei Xi walked to her side and praised her along the way: "That's great."
Ling Zhen's tail was about to go up to the sky, and he shook his head triumphantly: "In our group, only Mr. Wen has this treatment. Mr. Wen is so powerful, it's actually possible for me to stand on the same stage with him—ah!"
Wei Xi put his hand through Little Strawberry's apron, hooked her slender waist, and bit her ear tip punitively.
Ling Zhen covered his ears: "Why do you bite people when you speak well!"
Wei Xi leaned against the edge of the cooking table, pulled the man in front of him, and put his arms around him: "What's so good about him?"
Ling Zhen was lifted up a little by him, and his lower abdomen was attached to his abdominal muscles. Thinking of the exploration that day, a blush slowly crept up on his face.
She honestly replied: "Dancing is amazing."
Wei Xi's fingers went up her spine, pinching the back of her thin white neck: "Then what about me."
The soup was still gurgling and steaming, the little girl was talking and moaning, and the man was holding her back and wouldn't let her go.
Ling really annoyed him to death.
Jealous again!
How can there be so much vinegar to eat
Ling Zhen replied angrily: "You are amazing everywhere! Super amazing! The most, the most, the most powerful!"
Wei Xi smiled a little, and rubbed her lips meaningfully, wiping out a little water.
"Remember this," he smiled and approached her ear with a gloomy expression, "...keep it for me later."
Ling Zhen:
after what
After another two days, the video clips of the song and dance troupe's various stops were finally edited.
On the same day, the dance troupe's official Weibo released these videos. All group dances were cut into one video, while solo dances were cut separately. For example, Wen Zichu's solo stage, as well as his collaboration with Ling Zhen's "Voice of Love", are all key edited videos.
The official Weibo account of the Oriental Song and Dance Troupe doesn’t have much traffic, but Ling Zhen reposted the video after watching it. Although she is not a top streamer, she already has millions of fans on Weibo.
As a result, the number of views on that Weibo increased exponentially in an instant, a large number of fans poured in, and the number of retweets and likes rose rapidly.
[[Crazy] Ah, the official video is here! Show me all! !]
[Chu Shen x Fairy, I am really good! ! !]
[My little fairy, I'm so good, woo woo woo! A blood letter begging for a performance in xx city!]
[Can I see the city of xx! The city of xx also wants a name! [crying]]
No matter how lofty the dancers are, they still need attention after all. Such heat and discussions are naturally welcomed by the dance troupe.
The stage of "Voice of Heartfelt Love" has been turned around again, fans are reminiscing, passers-by clicked in and turned into a large-scale fan scene, and the Internet is full of rainbow farts and wailing from various netizens.
In such an atmosphere, a yellow V account suddenly appeared in the video forwarding.
Gu Xiaomeng was happily watching others praise her as a goddess on Weibo. Originally, she should also be one of these people, but her identity is different now, she is a friend of the little goddess! Friend hahaha!
It didn't take long for Gu Xiaomeng to see that pornographic V reposted, and she said "Aww", "Sister Zhenzhen, Song Zhi reposted your stage!"
But when she clicked in and took a closer look, her eyebrows frowned.
That Weibo is like this -
[@阿芝呀: It is indeed a combination of gods! The male god cooperated with this young lady, and I was sore. However, as a five-year old fan of Chushen, I still have something to say...]
The author has something to say: Your brother Xi is talking more and more, I really like it (cough cough cough cough)
Second, I try to be as early as possible T^T I can’t wait for the baby to come see me tomorrow