His voice was like a fountain of ice, cold flowing in the air: "You are really still so light"

He didn't say the last word, it seemed that saying it would dirty his mouth, and after another pause, he added coldly: "Since this is the case, then as you wish" The breeze blows, and his person is gone

In the huge dormitory, only Ning Xuemo was left lying alone on the bed.

Damn, that's it

What he said just now was that she was frivolous

Frivolous your sister

Lao Tzu was carried around and touched like a rag by you bastards, was Lao Tzu voluntary?

Lao Tzu didn't care about these bastards, but Lao Tzu became the frivolous one

What bastard logic

Ning Xuemo's anger also came up, and the good mood just now because he had recovered his true appearance disappeared.

She simply lifted the quilt and got out of bed, jumped to the ground barefoot, and ran to the vanity mirror to take a look at her face.

The mirror here is not an ordinary copper mirror on the outside, but a mercury glass mirror like the one used by modern people, which shines very clearly.

What is shown in the mirror is a delicate face like a flower, eyebrows like distant mountains and daisies, eyes like autumn water with waves, lips like cherry blossoms and dandan, really called the skin like jade snow, beautiful eyes like picturesque. It's exactly the same as her appearance in her previous life

She breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that the anger in her heart seemed to dissipate a little.

She smiled at the mirror, and the girl in the mirror smiled at her.

The bright eyes narrowed like a crescent moon, and the corners of the pale red lips turned upward, obviously a girl, but the smile was very bright and innocent, like a Lori who wanted to be held in the palm of her hand

She was not very good at combing the complicated hairstyles of this era, so she simply wore her long hair loose and trimmed it herself.

After a while, she had already made a satisfactory hairstyle for herself, and when she looked in the mirror, it was the look she liked.

She looked at the rather wide nightgown, the snow-white fabric, and the simple and neat style, which looked like someone's style. But it's not her favorite style

She looked around, and finally found several more sets of women's clothes in a bedside table

Goose yellow, light pink, snow white, all kinds of styles, she picked out a set of them and compared them in front of the mirror, she felt that it was reasonable, and was about to put it on, but when she lowered her head, it was like being hit by a stick, and the clothes in her hand fell to the ground.

Her feet were originally like white jade crystals, small feet that can make men crazy, but at the moment they are still the feet of old people

The skin is saggy, there are light brown age spots on the instep, and the toes are pale and weak like sun-smoked garlic cloves

How could this be

Ning Xuemo's hands also trembled, she couldn't help but lean over and pull up her wide trouser legs, the skin above the ankles was a young man.

Only these feet, the little feet she used to be proud of, are now completely useless

Why did she recover all over her body, leaving her feet alone and not recovering her?

Did he do it on purpose, or was the treatment of these feet different?

Two questions rolled in her heart, and her hands and feet were cold.

Take a breath, take another breath, she stabilized her mind, no, she was going to ask him

She didn't want such feet, which made her whole person look like a monster, and she couldn't accept it

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