Because, she was wearing high heels on one foot, while the high heels on the other foot had already flown out.
What a shame! For the first time in her life, she felt ashamed in front of Luo Yichen. When she was with him in the past, she never cared about his image.
She lifted up the hem of her skirt in embarrassment, and walked towards the white high-heeled shoe with one foot high and one foot low.
However, Luo Yichen quickly turned around, squatted down before her, and picked up the high-heeled shoe.
He pointed to a sofa at the door of the dressing room and said softly to her, "Sit down, and I'll put it on for you."
Su Rourou's heart skipped a beat twice, although she was very embarrassed, she sat down obediently.
From the bottom of her heart, she was vaguely looking forward to the moment when he would put the shoes on for her. Such a scene has also appeared in her girl's fantasy world...
Luo Yichen knelt down alone, pinching her ankle with one hand, and holding the high heels with the other...
At this moment, he noticed a flash of light. There seems to be something on the sole of the shoe
Luo Yichen lowered his eyes, carefully observed the bottom of the shoe, and soon found that silver-white tack.
His face tensed up, and his eyes became deeper and deeper. This is obviously done deliberately by someone... But who is this person
The most suspicious person flashed in his mind, Luo Yichen turned his head and searched for An Yirou's figure in the crowd with sharp eyes.
An Yirou has been hiding among the crowd, observing the situation on the other side of the locker room through the noisy crowd.
Soon, she noticed Luo Yichen's gaze. That gaze was as cold as a piece of ice, making her shiver, and her gaze flickered away from her sight.
Sure enough, is it her? Luo Yichen slightly narrowed his eyes, thoughtful. In fact, there is another person, who is also a bit suspicious. After all, these costumes and props were all handled by her.
However, he really didn't want to doubt her, after all, she was that idiot's most trusted friend.
Thinking of this, he turned his attention to Lan Xi'er who was putting on makeup for Xie Xiaoqiu.
Although Lan Xi'er looked serious about putting on her makeup, her gaze drifted through the mirror to the direction of the dressing room from time to time. She regretted her evil thoughts for a moment just now, but... she seemed to be looking forward to it.
She also didn't know how she could become so unbearable, no different from An Yirou. However, she just didn't want to see the picture of Su Rou and Luo Yichen who were all dressed up tightly hugging each other under the lights of the stage.
As soon as she thought of this scene, the thorn in her heart poked her fragile heart again and again, and the pain made her unable to breathe.
Inadvertently, in the mirror, she saw Luo Yichen's cold gaze sweeping towards her, and because of guilty conscience, the telegram in her hand trembled.
"Ah! It hurts!" Xie Xiaoqiu immediately exclaimed.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, are you okay?" Lan Xi'er came back to her senses and checked Xie Xiaoqiu's scalded neck.
"It's all right..." Xie Xiaoqiu touched his wound, "Xi'er, why do you seem a little absent-minded?"
"No... no! It's just that I didn't get a good rest last night." Lan Xi'er vaguely said, and continued to curl Xie Xiaoqiu's hair.
Xie Xiaoqiu looked at her suspiciously, but said nothing.
On this side, Su Rourou saw Luo Yichen was holding on to the high heels in a daze, and then looked left and right, but refused to put them on for herself, so she couldn't help coughing twice.
"Ahem, forget it, I'll wear it myself!"
After finishing speaking, she bent down, and just about to take the high heels from Luo Yichen's hand, Luo Yichen quickly put her hands back, and secretly pulled out the pin.
He didn't want her to know about it before going on stage, for fear that it would affect her mood. For a "single-stupid" person like her, if she knew that someone was trying so hard to frame her, she would probably be very sad.