Mirror Room, wooden floor, dance bar, floor-to-ceiling windows covered with white sheer curtains.
It was unclear when it had been arranged, but the lobby of the hot spring resort villa next door had turned into a dance room, with all the furniture removed and one entire wall covered by a mirror.
Jing Qiao stood quietly in front of the mirror.
Zhao Xiaole hopped in place, wearing those sapphire blue dance shoes. Indeed, despite his protests he was obviously curious.
Jing Qiao hadn't even started teaching, and there he was in his dance shoes, desperately standing on tiptoe and even attempting ballet moves, looking quite convincing.
It brought a smile to the somewhat distracted Jing Qiao.
"I…" Jing Qiao gently bit her lip, "don't have dance shoes, and I haven't danced in a long time so I'm a bit rusty. I won't demonstrate."
Su Lu did not insist and let Jing Qiao teach Zhao Xiaole the basic moves verbally.
