Yang Jingxing quickly moved away from the piano bench, feeling more hopeful: "Classmate Yuanyuan? You have to learn piano from the teacher today."

He Peiyuan, who was smiling at first, suddenly turned her face: "Have you had such dirty thoughts a few years ago?"

Yang Jingxing shook his head repeatedly: "No, no... it's the first time I feel like this."

He Peiyuan stared hard and tried to control her emotions. She was still angry when she spoke: "Sit tight!"

Yang Jingxing finally understood: "My beautiful Yuanyuan and good teacher, what is the class today?"

"Go away..." He Peiyuan's facial features were distorted in disgust, and she sat down heavily in front of the piano and turned her back to the gangster.

After the four-hand performance of "Round the Fingers" ended, Yang Jingxing lost all of his rogue expressions. The way his girlfriend focused on playing and the raw proficiency she showed just now simply purified his mind.

He Peiyuan turned to look at her partner, with a bit of resentment returning to her face. She probably didn't perform as well as she could. Of course, it was her collaborator's dirty work that affected her mood. In fact, it was already amazing. A person with almost no foundation was still beaten a month ago.

A three-string player who taught basic fingering techniques step by step was able to play a piece of music that was technically above the entry-level level in such a short time with clear and smooth lines. He was truly worthy of applause from his peers.

Yang Jingxing did not applaud and continued to look at his girlfriend: "Is this... a gift?"

He Peiyuan didn't care: "If you don't like it, forget it."

Yang Jingxing did not express his position immediately, and thought for a moment: "It's not a question of whether you like it or not..."

He Peiyuan glanced and confirmed: "If you don't like it, forget it."

Yang Jingxing said sincerely: "Beyond liking it...this is the happiest and happiest time I have played the piano in a long time."

He Peiyuan needs to observe and distinguish the true from the false.

Yang Jingxing continued: "I was being taken away by Yuanyuan, and there were constant surprises. Not only surprises, but more touching..." Hug her.

After resting her chin on her boyfriend's shoulder, He Peiyuan's voice became much gentler: "Really?"

Yang Jingxing sighed: "Hey, I'm a little unwilling again."

"What's wrong?" The girl began to feel happy in her tenderness.

Yang Jingxing was quite disappointed: "Now I feel that those so-called gifts and surprises for Yuanyuan upstairs are so cheap. I originally thought I had the advantage, but the situation suddenly reversed."

He Peiyuan laughed out loud: "...Is it so exaggerated?"

Yang Jingxing was disgusted: "I was hoping that one day Yuanyuan would suddenly wear the clothes I bought, the jewelry I bought, and the bag I bought... The feeling now is a hundred times stronger than that."

He Peiyuan put her arms around her boyfriend's waist: "...What if I prepare a meal and wait for you to come back?"

Yang Jingxing estimated: "That's... fifty times."
Chapter completed!