C23

"You want to teach me to dance?"

Wen Tiantian looked at him in disbelief.

Ji Jingchen didn't show any expression on his face.

"I just don't want to see you lose face for the Ji Clan."

His long, bony hand stopped right in front of him, as if waiting for someone to pull it.

Wen Tiantian did not move.

Ji Jingchen waited for a few seconds before he stretched out his hand and pulled her away impatiently.

"My time is precious."

He forcefully pulled Wen Tiantian up and placed a hand on her waist.

Through his clothes, he could clearly feel the tight waistline of his hands.

Ji Jingchen slightly raised his head, looking over her head.

"I think I can learn it myself."

Wen Tiantian nudged him.

"Learn?"

Ji JingChen suddenly sneered.

"If it wasn't for the fact that Miss Jiang doesn't know any kind of ballroom dance, we wouldn't need to waste our time here right now."

He looked down at her condescendingly.

Wen Tiantian frowned. If you think this is a waste of time, you don't have to teach me. "

"Then do you think you can learn it within four hours?"

"I …"

Ji Jingchen's eyes were filled with provocation, and he made up his mind that she wouldn't be able to learn it.

Wen Tiantian slowly lowered her head. It was true that she could not learn it.

Just a moment ago, her mind had been muddled.

She could carry the antique in her arms and study it for an entire day. She could even spend ten days to half a month to repair damaged artifacts.

But when it came to dancing, she couldn't do anything about it.

Ji Jingchen could see through her thoughts with a glance, and the corner of his lips curled up slightly.

"Since you won't, then be good and listen."

The melodious sound of the piano slowly flowed out.

Wen Tiantian placed her hand on Ji Jingchen's palm and placed her other hand on his shoulder.

Ji Jingchen's every movement was flawless and elegant, but there was not a trace of warmth in his voice.

Every time he gave a command, Wen Tiantian would follow his orders and move.

"Lower your right foot, raise your knee, and extend your left leg. "Retreat, left foot following …"

Wen Tiantian was in the middle of learning, so she raised her head to look at him in confusion.

"What's wrong?"

Ji Jingchen lowered his gaze, and the hand resting on his waist moved.

Pow! The sound of the slap landed on Wen Tian's sweet butt.

"Stand up straight."

Wen Tiantian's eyes widened and she almost jumped up.

"You!"

Ji Jingchen lightly ordered.

"Continue. "Raise your hands and turn."

Wen Tiantian followed him and turned around, then directly stepped on his foot.

"I'm sorry!"

She quickly jumped away and nervously looked up at Ji Jingchen.

Ji Jingchen lowered his head to look at her, and a line appeared between his eyebrows.

"You …" He paused, then looked away.

"The first time."

At six in the afternoon, the light from east to west slowly dimmed.

The butler checked his pocket watch and walked to the door of Wen Tianxue's bedroom according to the schedule.

A flustered voice came from inside.

Ah!" Sorry! Are your feet okay?

"Twelfth time."

"Yes …"

After a while, the same exclamation came from inside again.

"I'm sorry! You... Does it hurt? "

Ji Jingchen's voice was calm, as if he had long since gotten used to it.

"Thirteenth time."

The butler stood at the door hesitating for a moment before raising his hand to knock.

He opened the door and the melodious music entered his ears.

The butler lowered his head, not daring to take a glance at Ji Jingchen and Wen Tiantian.

"Sir, it's not early. It's time to set off."

Ji Jingchen turned around, his face covered in a layer of ice.

The steward didn't dare to raise his head, but he could feel Ji Jingchen's gaze.

Anyone who was stepped on more than ten times would end up like this, not to mention Sir.

Ji Jingchen walked out with a cold expression.

"Let me change my clothes first."

Wen Tiantian lowered her head and took a look. She saw the dirty leather shoes of Ji JingChen that she had stepped on just now.

She suddenly felt a little guilty and wanted to follow him out.

The butler raised a hand to stop her.

"Miss Jiang, please begin preparing as well."