Drifting Towards You

The next day, Xia Feise almost slept in the morning.

She got up in a hurry, the shadow of the man long gone by her side.

The legs are still sticky, and the body is also bruised.

When the man came, it seemed like a violent wind passed through the border, and there was no grass.

Xia Feise frowned and was about to get up to take a shower.

But when I moved, I felt pain everywhere and wanted to shed tears.

She is going to the dance troupe to rehearse today. I wonder if she can't keep up with the rhythm...

Enduring the pain, Xia Feise got up and took a shower. When she came back to change her clothes, she saw a few piles of Grandpa Mao beside the bed.

She was stunned, walked over and took a look.

One stack is ten thousand, there are eight or nine stacks, it looks like it is thrown casually, probably even he doesn't know how many.

She suddenly remembered that he asked her at the bar last night, short of money?

Xia Feise smiled lightly.

It sounds funny.

Obviously they are legal couples.

A person who makes himself feel like a prostitute||guy.

One who behaves like a young lady.

After Xia Feise packed the money, she planned to deposit it during the day.

But does she think it is necessary to remind him that it is better to give a check next time?

But after another thought, Xia Feise felt that there would be no next time in a short time.

Maybe he has forgotten her again now.

Xia Feise packed up her things and drove to the dance troupe in a car.

She usually works here during the day, at weekends as a dance teacher for the children in a tutoring agency, and dances in a bar at night.

With three incomes, she can barely afford her brother's medicine.

Because I took a taxi, it was not too late when I arrived at the dance troupe.

After changing into practice clothes in a hurry, he arrived at the training hall.

More than a dozen upright women gathered together, all wearing black tops and slim pants, drawing the perfect curve vividly, making people feel like a pleasing scenery.

A few well-connected people greeted Xia Feise, and someone couldn't help but said: "Face, the practice room is so hot, why do you still wear so much?"

Indeed, because there are women in the exercise room, everyone basically wears more refreshing clothes.

Xia Feise didn't want to cover herself so tightly.

But Li Mubai didn't show any mercy yesterday, leaving a mark on the collarbone of her neck.

She couldn't cover her neck, so she had to cover it with powder.

In other places, it can be covered.

Xia Feise smiled at her: "It was too late in the morning, so I took one casually."

"Hisei, did you not sleep well? Your face is not very good." Another person cared.

Xia Fei said warmly: "I slept a little late yesterday and had a nightmare again."

Although a nightmare is not a dream, it is not a dream.

Several people comforted her warmly for a while, and the responsible dance teacher also arrived.

The teacher is a woman in her forties with a very good temperament. Although she is already in her age, the years have settled on her and she is particularly outstanding.

The teacher clapped his hands and said, "Everyone gather."

Twenty women quickly lined up in two rows, and the teacher said in a warm voice: "Next month we will have a cultural performance. It is tentatively scheduled to be folk dance. Most folk dances are solo. So we will eventually have one lead dancer and fifteen. For group dances, other extra people will be eliminated as alternatives."

"Because time is very tight, I will rehearse the basic movements first in these ten days. I will select a lead dancer within ten days to rehearse alone..."

The teacher said a lot, and many people discussed enthusiastically below, full of expectations.

Xia Feise was rather calm.

After all, she had experienced a lot of occasions like this, but she was not as excited and joyful as she was at the beginning.