Ning Xuemo has never had such a comfortable bed in her life, and she has never seen such a poetic tent!

This kind of bed tent may not be available in the palace, right?

She had never seen anything like this in a modern presidential suite!

How did you sleep here?

What kind of place is this?

She rubbed her eyebrows, trying her best to think about it, and the past came back in her mind......

She was turned into a cat by Ye Qingluan, and escaped with Ye Feng, running away, fleeing, fleeing, but she didn't escape the woman's tracking, she and Ye Feng were captured, and then ......

Then she has been tossed by Ye Qingluan's woman in various ways, and all kinds of life is worse than death......

Her last impression was that the woman was carrying her to a large ding, and the hot oil in the ding was boiling, and the woman said that she was going to put her in the oil pot......

And then, and then she wasn't impressed!

The only thing I felt was a painful pain and an overwhelming redness......

Is he dead again?

Possessed by what lady again?

Otherwise, how could he have escaped from that perverted woman? Still sleeping in such a good bed?

Ning Xuemo subconsciously touched her face, it was warm and tender, and it was extremely young skin......

She looked at her hand again. Eyes lit up!

The small hands are white and tender, the nails are pink, slender as jade, and tender as spring onions. This is clearly her former hand!

Is she back in her own body again?

Without saying a word, she lifted the quilt, lifted the veil, jumped out of bed, and took a picture in front of the dressing mirror.

The girl in the mirror covers her forehead with blue silk, curved eyebrows, long eyelashes, big eyes, and a small mouth, which is exactly what she used to look like! Not a little worse!

Hahaha, she's back! Back in your body!

She seemed to think of something, and hurriedly lifted her skirt to look at her feet, those feet were barefoot on the wooden floor, slender as a moon bow, white and tender as crystal, and the toenails were as pink as pearls, round and lovely......

Her feet have also recovered!

Rong Yuetian's method really worked! He healed his feet!

Ning Xuemo was happy in her heart, and stood in place and spun around.

The tender yellow skirt fluttered up, like a spring flower blooming in the wind.

After being happy, another question came to mind.

She remembered that before her body entered the mud shell, she was wearing a special set of clothes from head to toe, which looked like a 'bell' worn by a monk, and it didn't look like anything. But it worked, so that her body would not be injured.

Now that she has recovered, who put this set of tender yellow dresses on her body for herself?!

She vaguely felt that there were no maids in Rong Yuetian's mansion, only children.

She checked the dress on her body, the fabric was excellent, smooth as water, it was very comfortable to wear, the embroidery on it was exquisite, and the size was quite suitable for wearing it. It's like it's made for yourself.

With her head shape, it is indescribably pink and cute, and the elf jumps out.

This dress matches her temperament very well, Ning Xuemo hooked her lips and smiled in the mirror, and the girl in the mirror also smiled at her. Stunning city.

She raised her hand and touched her face, she seemed to be tender!

Originally, after soaking in that hot spring water, she looked like she was eighteen years old. Now he looks like fifteen or sixteen years old. The skin is tender, as if it can come out of the water with a pinch.

Isn't her body shrinking too?

She looked down at her chest again, still handsome and straight, lined with a slender waist that was not more than a hand, this figure was simply - too devilish!

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