Anyway, it was obtained with Yan Xiaomo's points, so he didn't feel bad at all.
"Wearing a white skirt is like a white lotus flower," Yan Xiaomo hummed, but she suddenly wanted to change her style, to that otherworldly look that people could watch from a distance but not play with.
It emerges from the silt without being stained, and washes away the clear ripples without being stained.
"I just feel that you will destroy the temperament of White Lotus."
The little devil chuckled twice, which was completely a blow.
Yan Xiaomo rolled her eyes and asked while dressing up: "Do you think Ying Zheng likes the kind of weak, sentimental and sickly girls?"
"As long as it's you, he likes it."
The little devil said.
Yan Xiaomo smiled and thought of that unruly and handsome face again, but it was a pity that Ying Zheng couldn't see the side of him dressed as a white lotus.
Her face was already fair, so there was no need to apply rouge or gouache.
Besides, she was going to dress up as a white lotus flower today.
The whiter her face, the better.
It was a little bit uncomfortable to be rosy.
Yan Xiaomo went on to draw her eyebrows and apply lipstick. , a picture of delicate melon seeds with autumn eyes, a charming smile, beautiful eyes looking forward to it, and the soul is fascinated by it.
As for her hair, Yan Xiaomo naturally didn't know how to take care of it.
Instead, she directly asked the little devil to exchange for the White Lotus hair model card.
After dressing up, Yan Xiaomo secretly exclaimed.
This is so damn irritating.
Well, no wonder the white lotus in ancient novels has been able to attract male protagonists.
It seems there is a reason.
She has the fragrance of lotus on her body, and every gesture and gesture makes people's hearts flutter.
Even Yan Xiaomo can't help but be attracted to her, feeling like a husky colliding in her heart.
However, you cannot be lively and lively in such a dress, otherwise it will destroy this refined and pure temperament.
When Zhao Ziheng came to Qiuyuan, he saw the maids standing at the door.
He frowned deeply and walked towards the Qiuyuan.
"I have met the young Marquis."
When the maids saw Zhao Ziheng, they all saluted him in fear.
"I didn't ask you to come over and serve Miss Yan.
Why are you all outside?"
Zhao Ziheng frowned deeply, with dissatisfaction in his tone, as if he was about to have an attack.
The maids immediately knelt down and begged Zhao Ziheng for mercy.
"Yes, it was Miss Yan who asked the slaves to come out."
If they had known that it would make the young Marquis unhappy, they would not have said anything.
"What a bunch of useless trash."
Zhao Ziheng was very dissatisfied.
Just when he was about to ask the guards to drag him out, he saw the door being opened.
Looking at that figure, the anger in Zhao Ziheng's eyes disappeared, his thin lips were slightly opened, and his eyes were full of surprise.
The maids in the courtyard also looked at the white figure with blank faces.
How could there be such a fresh and refined woman in this world who seems to be aloof from the world.
"What happened?"
Yan Xiaomo blinked and his eyes fell on the maids kneeling on the ground, with a hint of confusion on their fair faces.
"You, are you Xiaomo?"
Zhao Ziheng asked stuttering, his face full of disbelief.
Although I knew she was beautiful, I didn't expect that after dressing up, she would be so beautiful that she was astonishingly beautiful.
She didn't seem to belong to the world at all.
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"Can't you see?"
Yan Xiaomo was very satisfied when she saw Zhao Ziheng's stunned look, and it was not in vain that she spent so many points to change into such an outfit.
"A bit."
Zhao Ziheng nodded.
"I'm hungry, do you have anything to eat?"
Yan Xiaomo asked in a good mood.
She just wants to let these people see what beauty is, and she also wants to improve the aesthetics of humans in this space. oshow7: