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The scent of pine wood mixed with alcohol filled her nostrils, making her feel a little intoxicated.

But he still kept his composure, put his hands on Sheng Yuan's chest and pushed him hard.

"Let me go! Bastard!" Lin Mingmo cursed.

Sheng Yuan looked at her blushing face and asked with narrowed eyes, "When you left with Mo Zheng just now, I didn't see you resist so fiercely... What's wrong? Would you rather have him?"

Lin Mingmo shook her head vigorously.

To be honest, she would rather be brought up by Sheng Yuan.

After all, I have a past with Sheng Yuan.

Just think of it as another dog bite.

Seeing this, Sheng Yuan's thin lips curled up slightly, revealing a satisfied smile.

"You pass."

As he spoke, Sheng Yuan grabbed Lin Mingmo's wrists with one hand.

Her hands were handcuffed and raised above her head, pressed against the headboard. The next second, Sheng Yuan's thin lips covered hers.

I do not know how long it has been……

"Why are you here, huh?"

Sheng Yuan's hoarse voice and heavy breathing came to my ears.

He still had the mind to talk.

What does this question mean?

"I... came here for money." Lin Mingmo responded with gritted teeth.

Just pretend to the end.

"Hehe." Sheng Yuan chuckled, obviously not satisfied with the answer.

"Why do I feel like you came here just for me? Huh?"

Lin Mingmo wanted to hide but couldn't.

"...Yes, they came for you... I heard that Fourth Master Sheng is the most generous..." Lin Mingmo said in a choked voice, suppressing her disgust, "Many people came for you."

"I'm so lucky today. I ran into you right away."

Perhaps Lin Mingmo had watched too many TV dramas, and suddenly a lot of lines emerged in her mind, and she blurted them out all at once.

"If you are satisfied, I will come to see you next time."

Sheng Yuan laughed even harder and almost lost control.

"Don't come here again next time." His tone was majestic and unyielding.

Lin Mingmo was a little nervous, afraid that he would recognize her.

Fortunately, the mask was still hanging on his face.

Sheng Yuan looked intoxicated and didn't seem to be sober.

Maybe I didn't recognize it...

"Okay, okay... I won't come here next time!" Lin Mingmo agreed cooperatively.

For some reason, Lin Mingmo felt a little uncomfortable...

How Sheng Yuan claimed to like her at first, but then he became so concerned about another woman.

She knew that she was not qualified to accept Sheng Yuan's love, and any of Sheng Yuan's actions had nothing to do with her...

But, I still can't control the pain...

Beneath the mask, tears have already corroded it.

Sheng Yuan leaned over and kissed her cheek lightly, tasting a slightly salty and bitter taste on the tip of his tongue.

He frowned and said nothing.

Lin Mingmo was actually a little confused as to why Sheng Yuan removed all the cloth on his body and only left the mask on his face.

For Lin Mingmo, it was also a unique humiliation.

She didn't expect to meet Sheng Yuan again so soon.

There seemed to be some kind of fate between the two of them, somehow attracting them to each other.

"Are you distracted again?"

Sheng Yuan raised one corner of his lips, rested his forehead on the mask, and looked at her.

The hot breath hit her nose, and Lin Mingmo felt as if she was at the seaside on a midsummer night.

Sheng Yuan grabbed one of her hands, brought it to his lips, and bit it hard.

Lin Mingmo felt pain.

……

After an unknown amount of time, the sound of even breathing reached her ears. Lin Mingmo moved, and the deep, hoarse voice immediately rang out, "Don't move, stay with me..."

It sounded like an order, but also like a plea.

Lin Mingmo was stunned and didn't dare to move.

It was not until the sky was slightly bright that she pulled out her numb arm, tiptoed out of bed carefully, picked up the clothes scattered on the ground and put them on.

Before leaving, she couldn't help but look back. The faint light of morning light peeked in from the window. The surroundings were quiet. Sheng Yuan was lying on his side on the bed, sleeping soundly.

After just one look, Lin Mingmo ran out of the room as if escaping.

As for how Sheng Yuan would react when he woke up, that was not something she could consider.

Back on the first floor, the revelry was almost over.

Chen Xue suddenly appeared out of nowhere and said to Lin Mingmo, "Teacher Lin, where have you been? I've been looking for you everywhere but I can't find you!"

Lin Mingmo felt a little guilty and hid the mask she had just taken off behind her.

"Inside...it's too noisy inside, I'm going outside..."

Chen Xue frowned, "Teacher Lin, don't run around next time! I'll be embarrassed if I lose you!"

Lin Mingmo laughed it off.

Everyone had a great time and took a taxi back together.

The next day, Lin Mingmo started working.

Although I didn't sleep well the night before and my head was dizzy, I still forced myself to stay awake.

She was a new teacher and didn't know Qianyi very well, so she was first arranged to be an assistant teacher in another teacher's class.

Lin Mingmo applied a layer of bean paste-colored lip gloss on her lifeless lips in front of the mirror, and then carefully tied her long hair into a tight and sturdy bun.

There was nothing covering her face, which further revealed her perfect bone structure.

The ballet studio is on the fifth floor and is divided into beginner, intermediate and elite classes. The teacher's surname is Qin. He retired from a dance troupe and has considerable experience.

"Good morning, Teacher Qin." Lin Mingmo walked into the dance studio and greeted politely.

"Well, I've heard that a beautiful ballet teacher would be coming, and I finally see her." Qin Yue responded indifferently.

Before Lin Mingmo came to work, the news had spread throughout Qianyi.

It was said that she was the one chosen by Mr. Mo, and that she came in through the back door. Without any assessment, she was directly offered the highest salary for Qianyi Training teachers.

Qin Yue looked Lin Mingmo up and down and could tell that she was gifted, but her level remained to be seen.

Lin Mingmo smiled awkwardly, feeling the teacher's unfriendly gaze.

However, she didn't care.

After all, they are colleagues. Although Qin Yue is not fond of Lin Mingmo, she still tells her what to pay attention to in class.

After a while of adjustment, the students arrived in the classroom one after another.

Lin Mingmo is finally going to start her official work.

Lin Mingmo's class is a beginner class. Most of the students are little girls around four or five years old. Each of them looks like a pink dumpling and is very cute.

I helped the children stretch their legs and stretch their muscles, encouraged them softly, and dealt with the hugs from the little kids. Two hours passed quickly.

Walking out of the dance studio, Lin Mingmo's face had changed from the pale complexion in the morning and she looked energetic again.

"Teacher Lin, Mr. Mo is looking for you!" Chen Xue whispered mysteriously into her ear.