Feast for Shengsheng

At the same time, Lidao Apartment.

Nan Sheng walked out of the locker room and found the apartment quiet.

Only a little light came from the training room, and Nan Sheng knew that Lu Shiyan was inside.

Nan Sheng took a deep breath and then walked towards the training room.

She pushed open the door of the room and saw Lu Shiyan sitting naturally on the sofa.

This man was obviously sitting and looked relaxed, but when his eyes fell on you, Nan Sheng felt inexplicably nervous.

That look is too aggressive.

Nan Sheng felt like she was Lu Shiyan's prey and had no way to escape.

"Uncle——" She still called Lu Shiyan with courage.

Lu Shiyan hummed and looked at Nan Sheng expressionlessly, sizing her up.

Nan Sheng subconsciously lowered her head following Lu Shiyan's expression. Didn't she know what she had done wrong?

But this time, before Nan Sheng could ask, Lu Shiyan's voice came out coldly.

"Nan Sheng, is this the sincerity of the gift you want to give me?" Lu Shiyan asked Nan Sheng.

Nan Sheng was stunned by the question and was a little confused.

She subconsciously looked at the mirror, not knowing what went wrong.

These mirrors were prepared by Nan Sheng when she was dancing so that she could see her movements more easily.

But now, these mirrors made Nan Sheng extremely uneasy.

Because she saw Lu Shiyan stand up and walk towards her step by step.

This man was dressed in black today, as if he was completely shrouded in black. This black made Lu Shiyan's hostility even more obvious.

But this person was neither hurried nor slow, as if he was torturing Nan Sheng's nerves.

Nan Sheng didn't know what Lu Shiyan was going to do.

But in her previous life, Nan Sheng knew very well that she had made a mistake and Lu Shiyan had locked her in the training room.

This person walked up to her step by step, just to tear her apart and eat her.

She would see herself in the mirror with a rosy face, but begging for mercy desperately.

Even when Lu Shiyan was being mean, he would record it with his phone.

This kind of scene stimulates their adrenaline to a great extent, creating a terrifying and exciting feeling.

So when Lu Shiyan approached, Nan Sheng subconsciously shrank back.

These memories are shameful for Nan Sheng now.

But it is deeply rooted and cannot be pulled out.

"Uncle..." Nan Sheng's voice softened, with a hint of pleading.

Lu Shiyan had already stood behind Nan Sheng, with his strong arms resting on the pole, just enough to confine Nan Sheng within his sphere of influence.

The man lowered his head, and his jaw touched Nan Sheng's skin.

Nan Sheng shrank back and wanted to hide, but found that he had no way to retreat.

She was Lu Shiyan's prey, played with in his palm.

"Did I do something wrong?" Nan Sheng suppressed her nervousness and asked slowly.

Lu Shiyan turned Nan Sheng around and faced the mirror: "You were dancing in front of others just now, was it like this?"

Nan Sheng was startled, and suddenly understood.

Lu Shiyan felt that she was just being perfunctory by not wearing makeup.

In the past, every year on her birthday, Nan Sheng would carefully put on makeup and dance for Lu Shiyan.

The makeup is not only exquisite, but also has the intention of seducing Lu Shiyan.

Now she has no such idea at all, and naturally she doesn't wear makeup.

"Uncle..." Nan Sheng's voice was a little stuttering.

Lu Shiyan looked at Nan Sheng in the mirror with a cold expression. "I want you to look the same as you did just now. I'll give you an hour to prepare. If that doesn't work, I can get Haicheng's top makeup artist to come over."

"I...I can do it." Nan Sheng said with gritted teeth.

"Okay." Lu Shiyan responded lightly.

But the man did not let go of his hand, and Nan Sheng did not dare to move. She could only look at Lu Shiyan awkwardly.

"Uncle, I can't get out if you don't let go of my hand..." Nan Sheng bit her lip slightly.

I can't get out.

When she half-squatted, Nan Sheng was parallel to a certain position.

This posture is even more embarrassing and ambiguous.

From Nan Sheng's words, she seemed to be so anxious that she was about to cry out loud.

But Nan Sheng didn't dare to do anything because Lu Shiyan didn't say anything.

When Nan Sheng couldn't hold it any longer, the man let go of her hand. Nan Sheng breathed a sigh of relief and quickly escaped from Lu Shiyan's confinement.

"Put on your makeup here." Lu Shiyan ordered in a deep voice.

Nan Sheng's breath, which hadn't been completely released yet, instantly rose to her throat again.

But she knew she couldn't resist.

"Okay." Nan Sheng responded softly.

Then Nan Sheng quickly brought all her cosmetics from the room and put on makeup in front of the mirror.

Lu Shiyan had already returned to the sofa, but his eyes were still on Nan Sheng.

Nan Sheng's scalp tingled when she was stared at, and her hands were shaking with nervousness.

Especially Lu Shiyan's eyes, they were really scary.

Time passed by minute by minute, and putting on makeup was not a difficult task for Nan Sheng.

In her previous life, in order to please Lu Shiyan, Nan Sheng's makeup teacher was the world's top ballet makeup artist.

So in less than an hour, Nan Sheng dressed herself up beautifully and exquisitely.

Compared to the makeup for the welcome performance this afternoon, it's even better.

"Uncle, it's okay." Nan Sheng said in a low voice.

Lu Shiyan looked at Nan Sheng's face for a long time before he hummed softly, "Jump!"

"Okay." Nan Sheng didn't dare to hesitate.

Soon, Nan Sheng played music.

The dances that she performed for Lu Shiyan were all prepared by Nan Sheng in the last years of her previous life.

Some things are deeply rooted and ingrained in our bones.

So in this situation, Nan Sheng would never forget.

As the music started, Nan Sheng quickly immersed herself in the dance.

She felt that concentrating on dancing was far better than feeling her scalp tingling under Lu Shiyan's gaze.

It wasn't until the music stopped and Nan Sheng landed steadily that she looked at Lu Shiyan.

The corners of her mouth turned up, she had a very standard smile, and her voice was sweet.

"Happy birthday, uncle." She said happy birthday again.

Lu Shiyan seemed indifferent and just looked at Nan Sheng.

Who is Lu Shiyan? How could he not see the relief in Nan Sheng's eyes?

Oh, is that it?

Nan Sheng stepped on his bottom line time and time again, making him unhappy. How could he let Nan Sheng be happy?

"Uncle..." Nan Sheng saw that Lu Shiyan didn't speak, and hesitated whether to ask proactively.

Lu Shiyan interrupted Nan Sheng: "That's it?"

Nan Sheng: "?"

What else?

It was the same in the previous life, just jump and that’s it.

What follows is not suitable for children, and Lu Shiyan can't do anything to him now.

So what else is she going to do?

Nan Sheng looked at Lu Shiyan cautiously: "Uncle, I don't understand what you mean."

Lu Shiyan's smile was cold, and his words were even more cruel: "Keep dancing. Today isn't my birthday, so shouldn't Nan Sheng make me happy?"

Nan Sheng was stunned.