78: Chapter 78 Sprained Ankle
78 -78 Sprained Ankle
Ming Xue said disdainfully, “Don’t worry, I definitely won’t lose to you.
Both of us are Gu Yixuan’s women, if you can enjoy his things, why can’t I?
This isn’t even yours, so stop talking as if you’re giving alms.”
Mo Ran was at a loss for words.
What else could she say?
It seemed that no matter what she did, she would be wrong in her eyes.
That afternoon, Mo Ran also planned to practice dance steps in the dance studio, and Ming Xue was still there, having never left.
Seeing Mo Ran, she had no intention of giving up the dance studio. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ Nov3lFɪre.ɴet
Out of embarrassment, Mo Ran didn’t ask her to leave and found a corner to practice on her own.
She had only practiced for a little while when Ming Xue turned on the recorder, and loud DJ music filled the entire dance studio, disrupting her gentle classical dance.
Her movements paused as she tried to regain her rhythm and continue practicing.
But the rhythm of the DJ music was too fast, always disrupting her thoughts and movements.
After several unsuccessful attempts, Mo Ran helplessly looked at Ming Xue.
The other party was engrossed in dancing modern dance and completely ignored her.
Alright, she would come back tomorrow.
Mo Ran had no choice but to leave the dance studio and let her have it.
After she left, Ming Xue stopped dancing and a triumphant smile curled at the corner of her mouth.
She would not give her the opportunity to practice dancing, the ultimate winner could only be her!
That evening when Gu Yixuan came back, he gave her a ticket to watch the competition.
It was in the front row, and moreover, a spot with a great view.
She thanked him gratefully, but the man wouldn’t take no for an answer, insisting that she repay him with a kiss.
That night, he still slept in her room, first bathing her, and then doing whatever he wanted, tossing and turning throughout the night.
Ming Xue seemed determined to win the competition and was practicing in the dance studio early the next morning.
When Mo Ran arrived in the afternoon, she was still practicing, her forehead covered in sweat.
It was evident she was exhausted, but she kept on persisting.
Seeing her so determined, Mo Ran didn’t want to disturb her, quietly left the dance studio, and went back to her room to practice.
The space in the bedroom was limited after all, and she practiced with small movements, but the effect wasn’t very obvious.
On the third day, Mo Ran thought she needed to have a serious talk with Ming Xue.
Just as she walked into the dance studio, she heard an “Ouch,” Ming Xue had practiced with too much intensity and twisted her ankle.
Mo Ran rushed over, squatting down to ask, “Are you alright?
Ming Xue suddenly pushed her away, flushed with anger and said, “I’ve twisted my ankle, now are you satisfied?”