To The Lovely You

   Seeing her skeptical expression, Luo Yichen's phoenix eyes flashed, and he quickly changed the subject: "Aren't you going to get up yet? Do you still want to go to YY's fan meeting tonight?"

   "Going to go!" Hearing the name of her male god, Su Rourou's big eyes immediately lit up.

   She left him without looking back and got into the dressing room. Looking at the rows of clothes in the closet, she had another difficulty in choosing.

   "Will this one be too plain? The male **** won't be able to see me then?"

   "Is that one too revealing, and then the male **** thinks I'm superficial?"

   Standing in front of the closet, she muttered to herself for a long time. She tried on one set of clothes, but she was not satisfied.

   In the dressing mirror, Luo Yichen's tall and slender figure was approaching her, getting closer and closer, but she only looked at the mirror three times to the left and three times to the right, and didn't even notice that he had come behind her.

   By the time she found out, it was too late! Luo Yichen put his hands on the sides of the dressing mirror, leaned down and bit her fair and round little ears.

   "Ah!" Su Rou Rou screamed in pain, turned her head and glared at him fiercely, "Luo Yichen, why are you crazy early in the morning!"

  Luo Yichen's eyes fell on the little champagne-colored dress on her body, and finally fixed on the large beautiful scenery at her collarbone, her eyebrows wrinkled tightly. In order to meet other men, she dressed so well and dressed so revealingly!

   "When I was dating, I didn't see you being so concerned." His voice sounded a bit yin and yang, as if it was stuffed in his chest and couldn't come out.

  Su Rourou pouted her mouth and explained, "It's rare to see an idol once in my life, of course I have to dress better..."

   Before she could finish her words, Luo Yichen picked up her whole body and threw it directly on the windowsill. Then, his strong body pressed up again, making her unable to move.

   "Luo Yichen...you get up for me! It's so heavy!" Su Rourou kept struggling, her heart was full of fear. Her waist is still sore now, he won't think about it again...

   It turns out that Luo Yichen really thought about it again. Not only that, he kept forcing her to look at the entangled figure of the two in the dressing mirror, and said, "Take a good look, after all... who is your man!"

   That night, Su Rou Rou was forced to wear an extra-long dress from the neck to the ankle, just like the image of a Middle Eastern woman, she almost tied a headscarf on her head.

  As long as Middle Eastern women's clothes have these big characters written on them: I belong to my husband, if you see me as breaking the law, my husband will beat you to death!

   Of course, there is another reason that Luo Yichen's big belly has left "traces of love" on almost all parts of her body...

  Luo Yichen was very satisfied with her look, and kept complimenting her along the way: "You look really good in this way, so let's wear it like this in the future!"

  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 frightened by the crowd on the third and third floors. But fortunately, her big belly black bought her a VIP front row position, and walked through the unobstructed VIP channel.

   When the lights on the stage dimmed, when the male **** appeared, Su Rourou felt like she was going crazy!

   Listening to the group of little girls kept screaming "YY, I love you!", her throat was also itchy.

   "YY, I..." Just as she was about to shout with them, she immediately received the cold gaze from Luo Yichen.