Luan Yenan himself had a feeling he couldn't quite describe.
It feels like a lifetime ago.
In her past life, she took the time to learn piano and guitar because a business partner was chatting with her about their hobbies.
Luan Yenan is completely focused on her career. Apart from necessary vacations and professional socializing, she only seeks excitement.
Extreme sports such as racing, paragliding, and bungee jumping.
However, the other party still gave her a suggestion: learning a musical instrument would be a good idea.
After considering it, Luan Yenan chose the two musical instruments that were easiest to find teachers for on the market.
She has some talent and picks it up quickly.
A professional teacher would praise her for playing perfectly, but say it lacked soul.
Every time she practices the piano, she only thinks about the piece. Her self-control is shown in her strict adherence to the score for every note and rhythm, expressing herself mechanically.
It might fool laymen or those who rarely listen to music, but those familiar with how music expresses emotions will find that Luan Yenan's music used to be devoid of feeling.
But just now, she played for the first time in a completely relaxed state.
The musical score seemed to come naturally from his hands, and he didn't necessarily strictly adhere to the rules and regulations on the score.
You could even say that the rhythm wasn't strictly followed, but it had a soul.
"You played very well." Zuo Baixuan had already walked to the piano. After speaking, she tapped the outermost key of the piano, making a crisp tinkling sound, trying to cover up her true feelings.
Luan Yenan turned his head to look at Zuo Baixuan's profile.
Zuo Baixuan's gaze just now clearly showed appreciation, and her initiative to come over and give her evaluation already demonstrated her attitude.
Luan Yenan stood up and tapped her phone twice.
The fingers slide from the far left of the piano keys all the way to the far right.
As Zuo Baixuan listened to the piano music gradually rise from low to high notes, her heart pounded with anticipation until Luan Yenan took her hand in his.
Soon, the phone played the sound of Luan Yenan testing the piano keys; it was a recording.
"Beautiful lady, may I invite you to dance?" Luan Yennan's voice came from beside my ear.
Zuo Baixuan looked at Luan Yenan.
The man's eyes seemed to ask, "My 'dance' is over, so what's your decision?"
Zuo Baixuan hesitated for only one second.
Luan Yenan finished his questioning and led her to the open space in front of the full-length mirror.
The melody of "The Blue Danube" officially began on my phone.
Luan Yenan held Zuo Baixuan's hand with one hand and gently placed the other hand on Zuo Baixuan's lower back.
Zuo Baixuan responded softly, "I really can't dance."
This was an attempt to make Luan Yenan realize the truth.
But all Luan Yenan heard was that Zuo Baixuan did not refuse, but instead gave her a response, so she tightened her hand on her lower back a little.
Zuo Baixuan pressed her body against Luan Yenan.
A spark flew up from the bright spot, but it didn't land anywhere and ignited something.
The cool breeze blowing in from the window couldn't dispel the warmth exchanged between the two.
Zuo Baixuan quickly lowered her head and glanced at the distance between her feet and Luan Yennan's feet, afraid of stepping on him.
"It's okay, you just need to dance with me, so you just need to cooperate with me. Relax." Luan Yennan whispered in Zuo Baixuan's ear.
The coaxing tone made Zuo Baixuan unconsciously purse her lips.
But I also realized that I probably couldn't escape this situation.
Luan Li was planning to throw a high-profile party for Luan Yecha, and Luan Yenan would definitely be attending, so as Luan Yenan's wife, she would also have to go.
At that time, it will be inevitable to complete this kind of high society social interaction.
Perhaps dancing is just the simplest part.
Zuo Baixuan was certain that she had to overcome this.
She thought for a moment, relaxed all her muscles, and based on her understanding of the movements in a duet or waltz, reached out and put her hand on Luan Yenan's shoulder: "Is this right?"
"Just relax." Luan Yennan had no other requests for Zuo Baixuan.
As the piano music, which wasn't of very good quality, played from the phone, Luan Yenan used some force, moving Zuo Baixuan by her waist and abdomen.
Zuo Baixuan was somewhat surprised that her legs naturally started moving in rhythm.
She looked up at Luan Yenan with surprise.
"You are very talented," Luan Yennan praised.
Zuo Baixuan suppressed her surprise and gave a soft snort.
She had realized that the reason she was able to complete the dance so smoothly was entirely because Luan Yenan's palm, which was placed on her lower back, moved her muscles.
In order to maintain balance, the body can only move its legs.
In the end, Luan Yenan is still the more capable one.
"You're quite the teacher. You must have taught a lot of people before, right?" Zuo Baixuan chatted casually in a completely relaxed state.
Luan Yenan looked down at Zuo Baixuan.
Zuo Baixuan's gaze had long since shifted away.
Is this just casual chatting?
Luan Yenan raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a smile, and at the same time exerted force in his hand, causing Zuo Baixuan to slide along a certain stressed syllable.
Zuo Baixuan was facing a full-length mirror, completely captivated by her own figure.
Led by Luan Yenan, they were half-levitated, their legs taut, tracing a beautiful arc.
This is just a work outfit; what if she were wearing a long skirt that goes past her knees?
“You’re the first one I’ve ever taught, and it’s because you learned it so well.” Luan Yennan also turned to look at Zuo Baixuan in the mirror.
Of course, it's also possible that it's not a matter of who teaches well or who learns well.
Perhaps it's more about a tacit understanding that binds Luan Yenan and Zuo Baixuan together.
Luan Yennan didn't say anything, but seeing Zuo Baixuan's face slowly blushing in the mirror, he must have understood.
Zuo Baixuan let go of Luan Yenan's hands, placed both hands on his shoulders, and lifted one foot forward, trying to break the tacit understanding.
Luan Yennan felt Zuo Baixuan's waist muscles working hard under his palm, and took the opportunity to step back, dodging the kick.
"Are you planning to add more moves?" Luan Yenan raised his free hand and ruffled Zuo Baixuan's hair.
"Is that not allowed? Since we're practicing dancing together, we should rehearse together too, right?" Zuo Baixuan forced herself to agree with Luan Yenan.
Her strong personality motivated her to take the initiative.
Seeing Zuo Baixuan's stubbornness, Luan Yenan didn't point it out and happily followed her steps. Like a piece of music with a soul, the back-and-forth dance steps also seemed to have a soul, lively and unrestrained.
It's just unknown how much of these chaotic footsteps Zuo Baixuan herself can remember.
As the music faded, Luan Yenan wrapped his arms around Zuo Baixuan's waist and gently lifted her into his embrace.
Zuo Baixuan's body went out of control, and she fell into Luan Yenan's arms.
Sensing Luan Yenan's intention, he even increased the force of his blows.
Luan Yenan was tackled hard and crashed into the piano behind him.
An old piano usually protests with a muffled thud.
Luan Yenan winced in pain and frowned slightly, but did not have any other exaggerated reaction.
The two locked eyes and stood frozen in place for a long time.
Zuo Baixuan's chaotic breathing was contained within her chest.
Until her own voice came through the phone: "You played very well," followed by a short "ding."
Zuo Baixuan then came to her senses and exhaled all the breath she had been holding back onto Luan Yenan's face.
At the same time, he smiled broadly and said, "You're right, I think I'm quite talented. So our dance is now complete."
Luan Yenan's eyes were like the lake opposite the music academy, rippling in the autumn wind.
“You have talent, but the requirements are too low, aren’t they? How can just one practice session be enough?” Luan Yenan asked.
She made no attempt to conceal her intentions.
She actually preferred spending time alone with Zuo Baixuan rather than practicing dance.
Actually, it doesn't have to be dancing; we can do anything else, but Zuo Baixuan might not agree.
Luan Yenan's glands, which fluctuate abnormally every day, become calm when Zuo Baixuan is around. Therefore, being alone with Zuo Baixuan is always the most comfortable, or perhaps there are other deeper reasons.
Luan Yenan did not deliberately avoid his thoughts and showed Zuo Baixuan his most genuine smile.
Zuo Baixuan felt a tremor in her heart when she saw Luan Yenan's smile.
Avoiding eye contact to consider the actual needs of the banquet that evening, she replied earnestly, "Well, then I'll practice a few more times for the banquet."
As she spoke, she let go of Luan Yenan's embrace and tried to leave, then restarted the background music.
Luan Yenan didn't let go. Instead, he ran his fingers across Zuo Baixuan's forehead, wiping away the glistening beads of sweat, and said, "We're already sweating. Let's practice again tomorrow. There's still plenty of time before the banquet."
"Can the school lend you a classroom every day?" Zuo Baixuan's question was meant to tell Luan Yenan that she wouldn't agree to let him practice dancing at home.
At home, when the two of us are alone, dancing requires close physical contact, and I always feel that the atmosphere would be strange.
If you want to practice, it's better to do it at school.
Zuo Baixuan looked at Luan Yenan.
Is it because I'm still afraid of her?
I'm not so scared anymore.
So what am I afraid of?