How Much for a Pound of Cuteness

Hatsuji's costumes are quite small.

The story of "Female Owner" took place in Italy in the middle of the eighteenth century. The rococo style clothing culture was at its peak, the skirt was used for the second time, and the corset was used together with it.

The heroine Milan Dorina is not a noble, and her clothes are actually simplified a lot. The dress is dark red, simple and clean, and it does not look complicated.

Until the school sister of the drama club took a corset and handed it to her.

Shochiro was terrified and stammered: "Am I going to wear this thing too?"

The school sister is serious: "The sense of ritual, school girl, how important is the sense of ritual! Don't worry, it won't make you uncomfortable."

The girl changed clothes in the room inside, and Hakuchi was hidden behind the curtains of the temporary dressing room. The costumes were long and long. There was no way to wear them alone. The sister in charge of clothes came in to help her.

Hatsui had almost no clothes on her upper body, her small face flushed red, her head drooping, letting the girl help her get dressed in the back.

She looked so funny to the school sister: "Why are you so shy, Southerner?"

Chuchi's voice was low, and his naked shoulders shrank uncomfortably: "Native."

"Ah, I thought you were a little girl in the water town. I had a roommate who was from the South. She was the same when I took her to the bathhouse for the first time. She blushed and refused to take off her clothes. Big bathhouse culture," Xuejie's voice is brisk, and she pulls her head and pulls the strap of the corset on her ears to make a loud noise. "Your waist, I feel like this thing is fat on your body, and it looks like it's a bit tight again. It's about to break."

After tossing the clothes, I changed another school girl and painted her makeup. Lin Tong and Gu Han also put on makeup, but generally it was simple light makeup, applying a foundation to trace the eyebrows or something. This stage makeup is really true. It was the first close contact, and could not help but stunned again.

Makeup is really a magical thing. Hakuchi was originally a very round deer eye. At this time, after adding eyeliner and eye shadow, the outline of her entire eye was pulled deep and long, the facial shadow was slightly sharpened, and the nose bridge was tall, The lip line is enlarged and the red lips are slightly thick.

Slightly sharp and mature makeup just happens to neutralize, not overdone, but also has an unusually harmonious bright sense.

Originally dressed as a knight, he also just walked in at this time, looking at her from the mirror, stunned.

Hachiri also saw him in the mirror and shook his head to say hello.

Yuan Ci's eyes widened slightly, and came over and stood behind her, looking at the person in the mirror for a while: "Sister is so pretty."

Chuichi was a little embarrassed.

The sister next to her squinted her eyes and laughed, "What's so beautiful?"

The original words grinned: "I usually look good."

Chuichi also felt that his changes were really big, and sincerely praised: "Sister Xue, you are really amazing."

The elder sister was still sweeping the shadow on her face: "Last year, the president played Princess Belle. I painted it too. You didn't see him at that time. Shen Yuluoyan closed the moon and shy flowers."

The original words got their hair beside, but they said helplessly: "The past will not work in the past? I am a handsome guy this year."

"The handsome guy in Sima Zhao's heart." The octopus dragged a wig from behind and watched Churi holding a skirt out to prepare props, suggesting, "Actually, you continue to reverse the female shopkeeper and let Ahzhi also reverse. Isn't it beautiful?"

Original words: "A female shopkeeper taller than a knight?"

Octopus: "..."

The last program of the school celebration is usually a chorus, and the drama club's programs are also ranked in the penultimate finale according to previous years. At the end of the day, Hakuchi looked at the desk for a while, and the probe quietly looked out.

The hip-hop club is performing now. The hip-hop club's programs have always been very popular. The little brothers and sisters are all handsome and the hot legs and the hips bring an unprecedentedly high atmosphere.

Churi bowed his head and glanced at the long skirt he dragged to the ground, only to feel that it would be better not to freeze it.

Because she was secretly standing and looking behind, her vision was limited, and no one below could see it. Chuichi dragged a small bench and sat silently beside it, watching the young ladies and sisters on the stage twirling and dazed.

Xue Xue Lu should also see below.

He definitely likes hip-hop more than boring drama.

Maybe it's intent.

At the beginning, Zhi Nao made up for Lu Jiaheng leaning in his chair, watching the young ladies and sisters laughing on the stage, and said lazily: "Not bad..."

"..."

The picture is too real and vivid, and it is very suitable for everyone. Maybe he is like this now.

Chuichi was suffocated by his own brain, dragging his chin with one hand and humming heavily.

She hadn't finished humming, and was dragged up by the school sister who had put on her makeup before: "Don't hold your head, the powder is rubbed!"

At first I was scared and quickly put my hands down. I moved the bench back to the background and sat down. The waist was straight and my chin was slightly raised, fearing that the collar would rub against the foundation.

She sat leaning on the side, with a crimson curtain on her hand, behind which was a partition wall panel, and then inside was a temporary fitting room for girls.

Speaking of the fitting room, in fact, there is not enough space in the dressing room. Just pulled a few curtains diagonally at the corner of the wall to separate the spaces one by one, and temporarily change clothes.

The bench didn't have a chair back, and when I sat for a while and felt tired, I turned around and sat against the wall.

As soon as the person turned, Yu Guang glanced at the person beside him.

Lu Jiaheng also stood against the wall and stood behind her, not knowing how long he had stood.

She turned around and met his heavy eyes.

Seeing her turn around, Lu Jiaheng didn't move, without blinking, still looking at her intently.

Chuichi began to wonder if the person didn't recognize who she was at all.

After all, the change in her makeup is indeed very big, the stage makeup itself is very strong, she was surprised when she saw it.

Hatsuji stood up.

She was wearing high heels and a thick waterproof platform. Now I don't know if I can have a few or a few, and I stand up. The difference in height between Lu Jiaheng and Lu Jiaheng is very obvious.

Although it's still worse than that-it's just a bit higher.

But Chuichi was still full of confidence.

It has never been so tall since childhood!

Although I thought at least I should say hello, and wanted to ask him why he came to the background, but he still didn't want to ignore him.

At the beginning of his jaw chin lifted, he stepped on the high heels less skillfully and was about to pass him by.

Not to mention, her big red dress with heavy makeup is quite a bit arrogant.

Lu Jiaheng raised her eyebrows, watching her step by step approaching, approaching, and shoulder to shoulder with him.

At the moment when he was about to pass by, he grabbed her by the wrist, with a very light force, but with an undoubted taste, gently dragged her wrist to the area in front of him and pulled the person back.

At first he was caught off guard and was pulled back by this step.

She was not very skilled in wearing high heels, and almost didn't hold her pace. She clasped her hands against the wall before she stood firm.

Chuichi stood still, pursed his lips, lowered his head slightly, and said nothing.

I don't know why, she is a little bit reluctant to see Lu Jiaheng see her now.

This makeup looks a bit fierce.

But doesn't she need to be fierce now?

At first, the small theater in his head was running crazy. I thought that this person had always been so excessive before. The little devil quickly grabbed the trident and two forks and poked the little angel.

Fierce him, fierce him!

Chuchi thought, and raised his head again, staring at him fiercely, as if it should be quite lethal.

She thought that the other party was at least at least, but also a little stunned, or stunned?

This is the stage makeup she spent an hour!

As a result, Lu Jiaheng didn't even blink his eyes.

Not only did he not blink, he even smiled.

He seemed to be amused by her, his lips raised, and he looked down at her with his eyes down: "It is taller."

Chuichi: "..."

Why did her sister makeup have no effect on him? Obviously, she even froze for a long time.

Chuichi was very frustrated.

The fierceness that had just been filled with air was released with a fine light, and his wrist was still gripped by him. At the beginning, Hakuchi made a slight effort and did not break away.

Lu Jiaheng ignored her small movements, but grasped more tightly.

"Are you angry?" he asked in a low voice.

"..."

"why are you mad?"

"...Not angry."

Lu Jiaheng narrowed his eyes: "Lie?"

She pulled her head down again, feeling a little suffocated, and pulled back: "You let me go first..."

"Why are you angry?" He said indifferently.

At first, he was mad.

How to answer this question!

The group of people in front of the hip-hop club had just finished performing. When they stepped down and came back, there were many people in the background. At this time, it was overcrowded.

When Chuichi heard it, he just wanted to answer, and was covered by Lu Jiaheng's empty hand.

Hatsuri widened his eyes.

Yuan Ci came out from the inside while calling her. At first, they stood by the wall, and the people who stood in front of the hip-hop club just blocked their position. Walk closer to them.

Lu Jiaheng glanced back at him, licked his lips, and took hold of Chuichi's hand.

She hadn't had time to respond. He took his long arm and grabbed her armpit, and lifted her up.

Suddenly his feet hung in the air, and Hakuchi almost exclaimed.

Lu Jiaheng glanced sideways and immediately came over to see their original words. His arms were slightly curved, and she walked forward as if carrying a doll.

Hatsui's eyes widened, her ears red, and she kicked her legs, like a bunny holding her ears, and anxiously said, "What are you doing! Let me go!"

Lu Jiaheng ignored her and carried her through the dark red curtain to the temporary dressing room at the end.

He walked to the innermost one, on the side of the body, and led her directly into it, put down the person, pulled back the curtain, and hung the hook.

Chuichi was dumbfounded.

She stood there and walked, neither walked nor walked away, completely shocked by the man's behavior.

In fact, he just grabbed her just now. The two of them didn't have any contact with each other, not even hugging.

Obviously he had not touched anything except his hands, but Chuchi felt that the fire was burning, and the whole person could not be hot.

Outside is a lively vocal laughter, separated by a layer of dark red curtains, inside is quiet.

I didn't dare to speak loudly at first, for fear that someone passing by would hear it.

Chuichi took two steps back, leaned back against the wall, and raised his head, his eyes glowing with shame or anger.

The makeup is very heavy. At such a close distance, the eyeliner is slanting and the corner of the eye is picked up.

The lip balm was applied slightly outwards, and it looked slightly thicker, full of redness. The lower lip was slightly bitten by white teeth, and the contrast between red and white was so bright.

The neck is slender, the clavicle lines are smooth and beautiful, and down is the slim waist frame wrapped by the skirt.

When Lu Jiaheng just mentioned her, there was a moment of panic.

Such a small one, light and fluffy, is lighter than he thought.

The bones under her hands are as thin as if he exerts a little effort, she will break.

Lu Jiaheng carefully and almost brought her in.

The noise outside was approaching, and a girl entered next door. It should be changing clothes. There were only two layers of curtains. The sound of the friction of the cloth was subtle, but it seemed clear that it was near.

He looked down at her.

She leaned against the wall, and he stood in front of her, condescending, as if to put her whole person in front of her.

The background temperature is not low, and it seems to continue to rise, the air seems to be mixed with something else.

Lu Jiaheng took a step forward.

Chuichi rubbed back again, looking very nervous, not dare to breathe.

He was about to speak.

Hakuchi's eyes widened and he raised his hand very quickly, covering his mouth.

The man next door was still changing clothes, and the clothes were draped.

Chuchi pointed to the next door, shook his head towards him, and his cheeks were flushed.

Although she did nothing bad.

But, such a thing as a man and a woman secretly hiding in the dressing room.

Hakuchi's ears were as red as bleeding, and he raised his arms high to cover his mouth and refused to let go.

Lu Jiaheng didn't move, letting her cover her.

After a while, he slowly raised his hand, grabbing her hand and pulling it down. With one foot half a step forward, she leaned over and dropped her head, her lips flapping close to her ear.

He chuckled softly, his breath was sprayed with heat, his voice whispered in a low voice, and his tone was like sand: "Xiao Zhizi, ask you something."

Hakuchi felt his closeness with a sense of oppression, burning the pinna in his breath, and the person froze in place, staring blankly at the front.

There was a slight voice in her throat, like a whimper.

Lu Jiaheng lowered her head, hanging her head above the neck of her neck, and leaning her head against the wall, still not talking.

Suddenly the curtain was ripped twice, accompanied by a slightly eager voice from a girl: "Is there anyone in there? I'll be on the court soon, can you hurry up!"

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