Leng Zimo glanced at his watch; fifteen minutes had passed. It was her first practice, so naturally, the intensity couldn’t be too high.
"Alright, take a break!"
Luo Xiaoqian jumped off the bike, gasping for breath.
At this moment, the sun had already risen. Being in the remote suburbs, near the mountains and by the water, the morning air seemed to carry a sweet flavor. She wandered to the lakeside and, looking at the beautiful scenery in the distance, Luo Xiaoqian stretched out her arms with contentment, taking a deep breath.
It had been a long time since she’d risen this early. When she was cycling, all she felt was exhaustion, but now that she had stopped, there was actually a comfortable feeling.
A water bottle was passed to her soundlessly, and she took it, about to gulp it down.
By her side, Leng Zimo’s voice had already sounded.
"Small sips. Let it sit in your mouth for five seconds, then swallow!"
Tyrant!
Even dictating how to drink water.
She grumbled internally, yet obediently took small sips and swallowed slowly.
By the time she put down the water bottle, Leng Zimo had already handed her a schedule, "This is your training plan for the week!"
Luo Xiaoqian took the schedule and saw that it meticulously listed a timetable, with time restrictions for both fitness and voice training, and the daily times were all different.
If she initially thought he was tormenting her, she now understood that he was training her.
But last night, he should have slept with her. When had he prepared this? He couldn’t possibly have woken up at four or five in the morning to do it, could he?!
Looking at Leng Zimo from the side, Luo Xiaoqian felt increasingly perplexed.
This man was betting with her on one hand and helping her like this on the other. Did he actually want to win or lose?!
"I’m flying to Paris this afternoon."


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