Xia Jinyuan, who was facing her back, really didn't realize her predicament, thinking about which one to wear first and which one to wear afterwards.
The little Tibetan girl is holding the "legacy" that Tibetans usually wear, which is commonly known as work clothes.
"Little fox, I was stumped by the clothes of the Tibetan compatriots. I put on a short white shirt. The left breast is large, the right breast is small... Come, you can help me see if I wear it like this?" Xia Jinyuan turned around , Pulled the white short shirt, "I can't imagine how much time it takes for Tibetan compatriots to put on clothes every day. You have to point me to it. Otherwise, I can't guarantee how long I will wear clothes in the tent."
Just now I took a snow bath with those few guys on the side of the river for fear of not being messed up. At this moment, he was changing clothes in the tent and he hasn't gone out yet. I don’t know that those guys are deliberately biased in Han Zheng. Next, I will be full of thoughts.
When Ye Jian heard that she had closed her eyes, she had to open her eyes... When the "landscape" in front of her greeted her eyes, Ye Jian slapped her heart, because she had calmed down, she was still shaking. Down the eye.
Xia Jinyuan, wearing a short waist-length shirt with white cocoon and brocade, is several times more sexy than before.
The wide placket opened, allowing the beautiful chest muscles to be visible, and the white was originally penetrating, hazily outlines a strong narrow waist... When he breathed, his chest was slightly undulating, with sexy abdominal muscles. It's also ups and downs.
Moving and static, and static and moving, Ye Jian felt that the frequency of his breathing was fluctuating with his abdominal muscles.
"You put on Chuba, just this cotton and woolen round neck and wide-sleeved gown." Ye Jian lightly raised his finger and pointed, his slender arms as smooth as jade in the sunlight that penetrated the tent. The light with fine velvet, like a layer of shining pearly color.
Xia Jinyuan's gaze glided across her bare arms, and it was a dark background: It was a normal choice to block her tightly last night.
I am too prescient, the little girl's skin... Under the ultraviolet rays of the plateau, it is still tender enough to look like a peeled egg. It looks so tender and tender.
Withdrawing his gaze, she began to wear it under her guidance.
"Then put that colorful big flower belt, yes, that's it, Chu Ba wrapped it around his waist..."
Xia Jinyuan picked up the red, green, blue, purple and seven-colored woolen strips, and smiled: "This looks good. I used to want to take one back with this one after I went down the mountain."
"Artwork, hurry up!" Ye Jian didn't have any thoughts to chat with him, and urged: "Chuba tied around the waist, with two sleeves crossed and tied behind the waist by the front and abdomen, and the edges of the sagging part of the long-distance running are flush with the knees. …"
Inside the tent, Ye Jian pointed out Xia Jinyuan how to put on the Tibetan clothes. From the inside to the outside, he taught which one to wear first and which one to wear. .
Outside, Han Zheng, who had been dressed for a long time, gritted their teeth one by one, gritted their fists and waited for the Q king inside, who could not even wear clothes to come out.
"I don't believe it, he can't even wear any clothes!" J5 was talking with a smile, but no matter how he looked at the laugh, it looked gloomy. "We all wear well, he alone needs a student. Give pointers! Don't be ashamed to lose!"
The four of them came to say goodbye to Xia Jinyuan. The matters in the village have been handled. The herder who was killed has now taken to a restricted area where only Tibetans can enter for a celestial burial.
And they will immediately set off to return to the military station, and at the same time, report the information they have one by one.