"Idiot! You need to use diaphragmatic breathing. Even if you haven't practiced yoga, you've swum, right? It's like the feeling of swimming. A high note is like a deep dive; in order to make sure you don't drown, you must control your breath!"
Leng Zimo reached out and pulled her hands, placing them on his waist, then demonstrated diaphragmatic breathing for her.
"Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale..."
His hands held hers, and beneath her palms, separated by only a thin layer of shirt, was his skin.
He slightly bowed his head, and his breath brushed past her hair with every exhale.
Luo Xiaoqian's heartbeat involuntarily quickened.
"Got it?" Leng Zimo asked.
"Mhm!" She nodded gently.
He let go of her, turned her around, and his palms rested on her slender waist, "Breathe in, breathe out, relax your chest..."
She followed his instructions, breathing in and out, her waist undulating with her breath.
"Very good. Now, sing it from the top!"
