It would be strange if Qianyin didn't understand such an obvious hint.
Her charming eyes were filled with tears, her lips were tightly closed, and she looked aggrieved and scared but didn't dare to speak. Zong Xing looked at her and instead of feeling pity for her, he wanted to round her up and flatten her hard.
Let her cry and beg for mercy under his hands.
Zong Xing closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and exhaled heavily.
It was as if he wanted to spit out the thoughts in his mind that could not be brought to the table.
He opened his eyes and said calmly: "Jump for me."
Qianyin didn't know what he meant and didn't dare to speak. She could only look at him with tearful and confused eyes.
"The dance you danced on the Shanghai stage tonight, now dance it for me." Zong Xing explained.
Qianyin glanced down at her body covered with her hands, then looked up at him again.
You can guess what she means without using words.
How can she dance without clothes?
Qianyin couldn't help but look behind Zong Xing.
That's where the clothes are placed. As long as Zong Xing is willing to turn around, he doesn't have to go, he can just stretch out his arm to get her clothes.
However, Zong Xing stood there, unmoving, as steady as Mount Tai.
His brows and eyes seemed calm, but in fact they concealed huge energy like a volcano erupting. He said: "Come out and jump to me."
Zong Xing's words have made it very clear that this is a way to humiliate Qian Yin.
He just wanted her to dance in front of him without even an inch of her hair.
And the dance she performed was still so seductive and charming.
Qianyin bit her lower lip and said with tears in her eyes: "I learned it temporarily. I can still remember it after dancing on the spot. Now that so much time has passed, I have long forgotten how to dance!"
"Don't remember how to dance? It's okay. I'll find a dancer to teach you." Zong Xing threatened lightly, "But whatever you are now, you will be the same when I bring you here later."
What? Are you sure you want to let others teach you how to dance in this state?"
Qianyin bit her lip tightly, almost to the point of bleeding.
She stared at Zong Xing, with complicated emotions in her eyes, which finally turned into a sentence, "Zong Xing, you can't do this, I am the Nineteenth Concubine, and you are..."
Zong Xing frowned and interrupted her: "That's enough, I don't want to hear it. You only have two choices, jump or not jump. My request is not outrageous, and it's not like you haven't skipped it."
"Why can you dance in front of so many people, but not in front of me? I think you are just looking for reasons and excuses. In fact, you just don't want to dance."
He is making excuses.
If you dance on a stage in Shanghai at night and you have clothes on, can it be the same as the current situation?
But no matter what Qian Yin said, both soft and hard, Zong Xing still couldn't make progress.
In desperation, Qianyin had no choice but to step out of the slightly cold water in the barrel with a leg as white as jade.
Years of living in a wealthy family have kept her skin in excellent condition.
Even if the Zong family was defeated and she and Zong Xing were displaced and lived in poverty, such days would not last long.
So now her limbs are still slender and white, and it can be seen that she lived a good life in the past.
Qianyin stood outside the barrel, and water droplets flowed from her body, forming water stains on the ground.
Zong Xing dragged a chair over and sat in front of her, his eyes sweeping over her body unscrupulously.
"Jump."
A simple word, but it was enough to make Qian Yin feel ashamed.
Now her hands can still cover her body, but when she jumps up later, nothing will be able to block her.
Why did he insist on her doing this?
Qianyin said with a tearful voice: "Why have you become so cruel? Even if things turn out to be like this, I want both of us to survive. If you hate me, you don't have to stay here. Why do you want to torture me in this way?"
Me, humiliate me?"
Zong Xing had nothing else to say, he only had one word: "Jump."
Qianyin had no other choice but to close her eyes, bite the bullet and start dancing.
But when she finally finished dancing once, Zong Xing was not satisfied.
"You didn't close your eyes when you were on stage, because I was the only audience here, so you just perfunctory? I tell you, no. Just keep dancing until I am satisfied."
"Here's a little tip for you, as long as all of your states are the same as yours on stage, then I'll be satisfied."
What Zong Xing means is that Qianyin must be allowed to regain her charming and seductive state.
The eyes must be in place, and the graceful posture of the body must be in place.
Qianyin understood, and she could only endure the humiliation and dance again and again.
She could never let go and dance without restraint.
In the end, in order to end it as soon as possible and enter the state, I let go completely.
She finally regained the feeling of being on stage. Every look and every movement was so charming.
This last dance made Zong Xing's full and abundant desire break out of the cage and almost burst out.
However, the richer the emotions in his heart became, the darker his face became.
When Qianyin finished dancing, his dark face seemed to be dripping with water.
Qianyin still stood there covering her body with her hands, and asked in a weak voice: "Can I get dressed now?"
Zong Xing stood up with a sound, took a step forward, and came to her.
The height difference between the two was enough to make Qianyin look up at him
But now, Qianyin looked straight ahead so that he could not see her eyes.
Zong Xing grabbed her chin and forced her to raise her head.
He looked at her red and wet eyes, and what came up at the same time as the emotion that wanted to destroy her was pity and reluctance for her, and a strong impulse of love that wanted to press her hard into his body.
Zong Xing gritted his teeth to control these turbulent and complicated emotions, and blue veins popped up on his forehead.
He bent over, brushed his thin lips across her cheek, and landed on her ear, his hot breath full of manly scent.
"You dance very well. Next time you learn a new dance, dance for me again."
After the words fell, he let go of Qianyin's chin and immediately turned around and left.
When he left, he also took Qianyin's bellyband with him.
It was a very common red bellyband, and there was nothing special about it except that it belonged to Qianyin.
After Zong walked away, Qianyin stood there for a while, making sure that he would not come back again. Then Shi Shiran walked over to get a new bellyband, put it on and got dressed.
There was no such pitiful look as he was about to cry just now.
"Here comes someone." Qianyin stood at the door and shouted.
Soon a maid ran out of the servant's room and said, "Mrs."
"Heat some more hot water, I didn't soak it well." Qianyin said, stroking her damp hair.
"Okay ma'am."
Since you are a servant, you must obey your master's orders.
No matter how curious they are, can't they soak in so many buckets of hot water?