The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack

Her... the little dress she wore on her 18th coming-of-age ceremony.

A man wearing this suit ran to see Ao Qijun.

It was also the first time she wore high heels, and that time, her heels were rubbed until they were bleeding.

She didn't know when this suit of clothes came into the man's hands.

The man handed the small dress to her hand, then opened the cloakroom door and motioned for Gu Weimian to go in and change into this set of clothes.

As if possessed, Gu Weimian took the clothes in a dream, walked into the cloakroom, and changed into them.

She put on the skirt skillfully, tied the belt around her waist with a small bow.

This is a pink dream that belongs to her girlhood.

Then, she put on a pair of beautiful but also very annoying high heels. 6⃞ 9⃞ s⃞ h⃞ u⃞ x⃞ .⃞ c⃞ o⃞ m⃞

Look at yourself in the mirror.

Her face was still wrapped in gauze, and her appearance was indeed completely different from her original appearance.

But after putting on this skirt, she looked at herself in the mirror blankly, as if she saw the eighteen-year-old Gu Weimian.

There was an expression on his face that looked like crying but not smiling.

"A girl should be as elegant and generous as a girl. Put on this skirt, put on these high heels, straighten your back, you are the eldest lady of the Gu family."

Who in her memory was teaching her harshly?

In a daze, Gu Weimian seemed to see Mr. Gu. perform

Her eyes were a little red.

This can be regarded as the only piece of clothing that is relatively popular among the many clothes that are difficult to describe in adolescence, right?

"Gu Weimian, you are not worthy of white. Don't let me see you wearing clothes of this color again."

Whose voice is this?

It was the first thing Ao Qijun said after she found Ao Qijun while wearing high heels that looked like saws.

Gu Weimian clenched his fists and his body trembled slightly.

At that moment, this piece of clothing promised her the greatest humiliation when she turned eighteen.

Her fingers lightly brushed against the hem of her skirt.

After so many years, until today, she really put on this dress for herself.

As if in a dream, Gu Weimian slowly turned around and slowly opened the door of the cloakroom.

The moment Huo Yan saw Gu Weimian outside the door, he suddenly jumped up from his chair.

The normally unsmiling face was stunned for three seconds, and his eyes flashed with disbelief, shock, confusion and...

It seemed like a joy.

Immediately, Huo Yan stepped forward and took a few steps towards Gu Weimian.

He approached the girl, stretched out his hand, and carefully touched the tulle on Gu Weimian's skirt, as if he was afraid of breaking the tulle.

He paused for a moment, then moved his hand up inch by inch.

First it reached her waist, then her neck, then moved up, and finally, the man touched her cheek.

During the whole process, the man was silent.

However, his fingers trembled slightly, and the expression on his face became more and more obsessed and intoxicated, as if a believer was confirming his faith and conveying his inner excitement through such rituals.

Clearly he was not at peace inside.

Huo Yan's expression partly infected Gu Weimian.

It even gave goose bumps on Gu Weimian's arms.

It's really a bit exaggerated.

It was so exaggerated...she wanted to say it was a bit false.

But every muscle on the man's face, every expression, especially his eyes, didn't seem to be fake.

Gu Weimian: I am indeed eighteen years old this year