Seeing her suspicious expression, Luo Yichen's phoenix eyes flashed, and he quickly changed the subject: "Are you still planning to get up? Do you want to go to YY's fan meeting tonight?"
"Go and go!" Su Rourou's big eyes immediately lit up when she heard the name of her male god.
She left him without looking back, and got into the dressing room. Looking at the rows of clothes in the closet, she suffered from the difficulty of choosing again.
"Will this be too plain? Then the male god won't be able to see me?"
"Is that too revealing, and the male god will think I'm superficial?"
Standing in front of the closet, she talked to herself for a long time, trying on one set of clothes after another, but she was still not satisfied.
In the changing mirror, Luo Yichen's slender and tall figure approached her, approached and approached again, but she only looked at the mirror three times to the left and three times to the right, and didn't notice that he had come behind her at all.
By the time she found out, it was too late! Luo Yichen propped his hands on both sides of the changing mirror, bent down and bit her fair and round ears fiercely.
"Ah!" Su Rourou screamed out in pain, and turned her head to stare at him viciously, "Luo Yichen, why are you so crazy early in the morning!"
Luo Yichen's gaze landed on the champagne-colored dress on her body, and finally fixed on the beautiful scenery at her collarbone, her eyebrows were tightly frowned. In order to meet other men, she dressed up so carefully, and even dressed so revealingly!
"When I was dating, I didn't see you being so caring." His voice sounded a little weird, as if he couldn't get out of his chest.
Su Rourou pouted and explained: "It's rare to meet an idol once in this life, so of course you have to dress better..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Luo Yichen picked her up and threw her directly on the window sill. Then, his strong body pressed up again, making her unable to move.
"Luo Yichen... get up for me! It's so heavy!" Su Rourou kept struggling, her heart filled with fear. Her waist is still sore now, he won't think about it again...
Facts have proved that Luo Yichen really thought about it again. Not only that, but he kept forcing her to look at the entangled figure of the two in the dressing mirror, and euphemistically said: "Look carefully, after all... who is your man!"
That night, Su Rourou was forced to put on a long dress that covered her neck to her ankles. She looked like a Middle Eastern woman, and she almost had a turban on her head.
Every Middle Eastern woman's clothing has these big characters written on it: I belong to my husband, and if I look at me, I am breaking the law, and my husband will beat you to death!
Of course, another reason is that Luo Yichen's big belly left "traces of love" on almost all parts of her body...
Luo Yichen was quite satisfied with her look, and kept praising her along the way: "You really look good in this, let's wear it like this from now on!"
Su Rourou didn't want to talk to him at all, and didn't have the extra strength to speak, so she could only roll her eyes a few times in response.
When she arrived at the fan meeting, she was immediately intimidated by the crowds on the third floor and the third floor. But fortunately, her family's big belly bought her a seat in the front row of the vip, and she took the unobstructed vip passage.
The moment the lights on the stage dimmed, and the moment the male god appeared, Su Rourou felt that she was going crazy!
Listening to the group of little girls screaming "yy, I love you!", her throat was also a little itchy.
"Yy, I..." She was about to shout along with them, when she immediately received Luo Yichen's cold gaze.