Just after opening the door of the dressing room, He Xiaojie threw her bag on the chair excitedly, pulled Su Rou and said, "Let's change into costumes quickly!"
"Now? Are you sure?" Su Rourou couldn't help but three black lines appeared again, "Could it be...too early? And it's such a cold day..."
The performance costumes are all little dresses with arms and legs exposed. On this snowy day, wearing such clothes requires the blessing of n warm babies.
"There's no heating here!" He Xiaojie turned on the heating switch with a bang, and dragged Su Rourou to the changing room.
She would not tell them that she had secretly imagined herself in this beautiful little dress countless times in her mind. No matter how fat the girl is, she still has a heart for beauty, and she also thinks that one day she can stand on the dazzling stage and become the focus of everyone's attention.
So, she couldn't wait to change into this costume. Yes, that's it, you can't wait a second.
Su Rourou was forced to go forward by her, and turned her head to give Luo Yichen a helpless look.
Luo Yichen licked the corners of his mouth at her, then sat down on the sofa, with the words "We boys don't meddle in your girls' affairs" written on his face.
After arriving in the locker room, the excited He Xiaojie immediately discovered a very cruel fact. The little dress in front of her was obviously tailor-made according to the size she had reported at the time, but why did it take so much effort to put it on
Over the locker room, a line of subtitles floated over - He Xiaojie, you're getting fat again!
However, although she was slightly injured, He Xiaojie was not in a panic, she had already done her homework before coming here.
Not only did he not even eat lunch, but he also brought a corset and a corset.
She handed these two great artifacts into Su Rourou's hands, closed her eyes and froze her heart: "Rourou, come on, strangle me to death! Please be sure to strangle my waist into a bolt of lightning!"
Su Rourou looked at her waist with three layers of life buoys, and twitched the corners of her mouth in embarrassment, trying to make her eyes look more sincere: "Okay, I will do my best..."
So, He Xiaojie hugged the door frame, Su Rourou gripped the two straps back hard, and finally managed to make He Xiaojie's waist smaller by 0.0001 cm.
For this, He Xiaojie expressed dissatisfaction, but after looking at the corset that was about to explode, she finally chose to let it go.
She struggled to put on the little dress that was about to collapse, put on a pair of high-heeled shoes that would break when she followed them, and walked to the mirror with twists and turns.
Looking at herself in the mirror, she was quite satisfied—except that her waist was a little thicker, her arms were a little thicker, her thighs were a little thicker, and her face was a little more fleshy.
She looked at Ying Ying and felt sorry for herself for a long time, and the more she looked at it, the more she felt that she was born at the wrong time. If she could travel back to the Tang Dynasty, there would be nothing wrong with Yang Yuhuan.
Until in the mirror, a girl with skin as beautiful as snow appeared, wearing a bright red pettiskirt, approaching her slowly from the mirror...
The girl's slender waist was like a willow, as if it could be broken with a light grip. On a delicate melon-seeded face, inlaid with two big black grape-like eyes, they were looking at her glisteningly.
"Xiaojie, you look good in this dress." Su Rourou took He Xiaojie's hand, looked her up and down, and couldn't help admiring her.
He Xiaojie twitched her lips: Before seeing her, she felt the same way...
No comparison, no harm...