Dr. Jiang is shy again

Song Shuang woke up, looking at the ceiling, a little dazed.

By the way, she is practicing dancing with Jiang Hua.

Song Shuang propped herself up on the ground and turned to look at Jiang Hua. She was still lying in the same position as before, but fell asleep.

The hem of the top was rolled up a little bit at some point, revealing her lovely belly button.

Song Shuang frowned, it was no wonder she didn't catch a cold, so she pulled off her clothes.

Jiang Hua woke up, opened her eyes and saw Song Shuang, and unconsciously showed a silly and cute smile.

"Are you hungry?" Song Shuang also smiled.

"Hungry." Jiang Hua answered straightforwardly.

Song Shuang made lunch, and the two rested on the sofa for a while after eating and drinking.

Jiang Hua turned on the TV, tuned it a few times, saw a variety show about dancers, thought Song Shuang might like it, and clicked on it.

This variety show is very similar to the singing variety show. There are mentors, contestants, and an elimination system. The winner of the championship will get a lot of rewards.

But no amount of rewards can compare to the traffic and popularity the show brought her.

Song Shuang saw some scenes that were a bit familiar. Recently, this variety show has been very popular. She has seen it several times when watching the small videos.

"Song Shuang, do you want to watch this?" Jiang Hua asked her.

Every time Song Shuang heard her call her name, a pimple would pop up in her heart: "Call me sister."

"Don't you like me calling your name?" In fact, Jiang Hua didn't call it very smoothly.

Song Shuang pondered for a moment, then smiled and said, "The name is too unfamiliar, so it feels like we are far apart, and I like to hear Xiaohua call her sister."

Song Shuang's voice was soft, like a weightless feather brushing against Jiang Hua's heart. She had no idea how to use her name to make Song Shuang realize that they were not sisters, so she called out subconsciously: "Sister."

"Good boy." Song Shuang's eyebrows were curved, and she was very satisfied with the sound.

After resting for almost two hours, I continued dancing in the afternoon.

Jiang Hua's time is very limited. Both Song Shuang and she want to shoot the video tomorrow and let fans see it quickly. It has been almost two weeks since the last video, and fans are anxiously waiting.

"Here, the legs should be opened a little more, and the arms should be straightened all the time, not soft, so that it looks very weak." Song Shuang pointed out Jiang Hua's irregularities, and guided her seriously.

In terms of teaching, she has enough concentration and a serious attitude, and occasionally teases Jiang Hua to ease the atmosphere.

Jiang Hua felt that Song Shuang at this moment was really like a dance teacher, she taught very carefully, so that she, a layman, could dance well.

She wondered whether online teaching should not have been proposed at the beginning, and opening a training class can not only achieve the purpose of teaching but also make profits.

"Xiaohua, don't concentrate, Xueba's concentration is so weak."

Jiang Hua doesn't like to be called weak, and Song Shuang said that she was late. Isn't this indirectly saying that she can't do it?

"I can learn it in one afternoon." Jiang Hua vowed, her brows and eyes stained with seriousness.

"Okay, if you learn it, I will give you a reward."

The word "reward" sounds tempting, and Jiang Hua's hands are no longer sore, her legs and feet are full of vitality, and she can dance a hundred times without being tired at all.

The reality is often cruel, the first time and the second time are fine, she will also follow Song Shuang's prompt to change the wrong small details.

By the fifth time and the sixth time, her physical strength began to fail to keep up.

This dance is not as soft as the previous one. It requires a lot of force, and the corresponding physical exertion will also increase, which is difficult for Jiang Hua.

"Sister." Jiang Hua gasped slightly, her voice was a little heavier, and her articulation was not so clear.

A bad color flashed through Song Shuang's mind like lightning, and then he put it behind him: "Let's have a rest."

"The reward?" Jiang Hua looked at Song Shuang expectantly. If there was a tail behind her, she would have already wagged it.

Song Shuang laughed: "It's still there."

Only then did Jiang Hua collapse on the ground with peace of mind, she didn't care about her image, she just felt so tired.

After practicing for a day, the effect is obvious. It is much better than in the morning. It can be said that it is different.

Although there is still a certain distance from the standard, Song Shuang is already very satisfied.

"Record the video tomorrow, take a good rest today."

"Sister, I practiced a short section for a day, and I can't even imagine the whole song." Jiang Hua was really exhausted, but after sweating, the long-lost youth and vitality made her feel much lighter.

This is not felt in the hospital.

"Xiao Hua, it's not your problem, it's that the time is too short, do you want to take a bath now?"

Hearing what Song Shuang said, Jiang Hua couldn't wait to wash. She was sweating, and her body was sticky and uncomfortable.

But she suddenly remembered a very important thing, she forgot to bring a change of clothes here.

Song Shuang saw that her complexion had turned cold, and her pretty eyes were also stained with sadness, she guessed: "Did you forget to bring your clothes?"

Jiang Hua nodded, stopped lying on the ground, and stood up.

"Do you mind wearing mine?" Song Shuang looked at Jiang Hua's figure.

Jiang Hua is a little taller than her, and looks thinner, with no ambiguity about where she should have flesh. It can be said that she is the envy of many girls.

Pajamas are already loose, so they should fit.

"I don't mind." How could Jiang Hua mind.

Song Shuang found a nightgown and handed it to Jiang Hua. After telling her where the bathroom was, she went to prepare dinner.

Knowing that Jiang Hua would come today, she prepared a lot of dishes in advance, all of which Jiang Hua loved to eat.

Jiang Hua walked into the bathroom with her nightgown in her arms. Looking at the pale pink nightgown in her hand, it was not her style. What she cared about was that Song Shuang wore it, which made a simple nightgown unusual.

The smile on her lips never disappeared. She carefully put the nightgown away, took off the dirty clothes on her body, and completely exposed her exquisite body to the air.

Jiang Hua turned on the shower, she couldn't wait to put on this nightdress.

When you think that this is worn by your sister, it makes you feel a little shy for no reason.

Jiang Hua was taking a bath, and Song Shuang was cooking in the kitchen very seriously. Her knife skills were not very good, and she didn't cut so fast, but she could control the size and thickness well.

Twenty minutes later, Jiang Hua walked out of the bathroom wearing a pink nightgown, her long wet hair was still dripping, and the back of the nightgown was wet, and her snow-white skin could be vaguely seen.

She smelled the aroma of food and walked quickly to the kitchen.

Song Shuang's back was facing her, her long hair tied up with a hair tie, and her back was slender.

"Sister." Jiang Hua called out.

Song Shuang looked back, smiled sweetly, caught a glimpse of her wet hair, and said with concern: "Go and dry your hair quickly, don't catch a cold."

"Sister, didn't you tell me to reward me?" Jiang Hua suddenly thought of this.

Song Shuang nodded.

"Then can I cash it now?"