To The Lovely You

   Just opened the door of the dressing room when He Xiaojie excitedly threw her bag on the chair and pulled Su Rou judo: "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 costumes are all small dresses with exposed arms and legs. On this snowy day, wearing such clothes requires the blessing of N warm babies.

   "Isn't there a heater here?" He Xiaojie turned on the heater switch with a clatter, and dragged Su Rourou to the locker room.

   She wouldn't tell them, she had secretly fantasized in her heart how she would look in this beautiful little dress countless times. No matter how fat a girl is, she still has a heart for beauty, and she also thinks that one day she will be able to stand on a dazzling stage and become the focus of attention.

  So, she can't wait to change into this costume. Yes, that's it, can't wait a second.

   Su Rourou was forced by her to move forward, and she turned around and gave Luo Yichen a helpless look.

  Luo Yichen pouted at her, then sat down on the sofa, with the words "You girls don't get involved with us boys" written on his face.

   After arriving in the dressing room, He Xiaojie, who was so excited, immediately discovered a very cruel fact. The little dress in front of her was obviously tailored according to the size she reported at the time, but why was it so laborious to put it on?

   Above the dressing room, a line of subtitles floated past - He Xiaojie, you are fat again!

   However, although there was a little injury, He Xiaojie was not panicked, she had done her homework before she came.

   Not only did he not eat lunch, but he also brought a corset and a corset.

   She handed these two great artifacts into Su Rourou's hands, her eyes closed and her heart swayed: "Rourou, come on, strangle me hard! Please make sure to strangle my waist into a bolt of lightning!"

  Su Rourou looked at her waist with three layers of lifebuoys, and twitched the corners of her mouth in embarrassment, trying to make her eyes look more sincere: "Okay, I'll do my best..."

  So, He Xiaojie hugged the door frame, Su Rourou grabbed the two straps back, and finally succeeded in reducing He Xiaojie's waist by 0.0001 cm.

   He Xiaojie expressed dissatisfaction with this, but after looking at the corset that was about to burst, she finally chose to stop.

   She put on the little dress that was about to collapse, and put on a pair of high-heeled shoes that would break when she followed, and came to the mirror with a twist.

   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 had a little more flesh.

   She Gu Ying felt sorry for herself for a long time, and the more she looked, the more she felt that she was born out of time. If she could travel back to the Tang Dynasty, there would be nothing to do with Yang Yuhuan.

   Until in the mirror, a girl with more skin than snow appeared, wearing a big red tutu skirt, and approached her from the mirror...

  The girl's slender waist was like a willow, as if it could be broken with a single touch. A delicate melon-seed face, inlaid with two big eyes like black grapes, was looking at her gleamingly.

   "Xiaojie, you look good in this." Su Rourou took He Xiaojie's hand, looked her up and down, and couldn't help but admire.

  He Xiaojie pouted the corners of her mouth: Before seeing her, she felt the same way...

  Without contrast, there is no harm…