Quickly wear, what should I do if the vicious cannon fodder is too stupid

Ye Xingli blinked somewhat embarrassedly, even though he was currently in bed and no one was looking at him.

He replied with trembling fingers: Can you take some selfies and show them to me?

Feng He: “…” I don’t really want to take pictures, what should I do?

He couldn't help but hold his forehead with his hand, thinking that he shouldn't have said too much just now.

[Haha, I've already said it, don't be too honest. ]

Feng He hesitated, not knowing how to take the photo.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and patted himself twice.

He was wearing a purple nightgown today. The material was very comfortable and the pattern was a simple light purple plaid.

Wearing it gives me a girl-next-door vibe.

Very refreshing.

But the skirt was not very long, only reaching his knees.

The area Fenghe took the photo of was the hem of his skirt and part of his knees and calves.

After all, he was sitting on the bed now, and it was not easy to pose.

As soon as the photo was sent, Ye Xingli clicked on it immediately.

In the dim tent, I saw the white knees, the purple skirt and the well-proportioned calves...

He saw that the color and pattern of the tent were exactly the same as Fenghe's...

Ye Xingli had a dazed look on his face, and he didn't know how long he had been in this state. He slapped himself, and only then did he come to his senses.

Ye Xingli looked away with difficulty, took the tissue on the bed and wiped his nose which was bleeding.

He thought expressionlessly that he had been feeling a bit irritable lately.

Looks like he'll have to eat something cooler tomorrow.

Ye Xingli had just moved his eyes away from the phone, but couldn't help but secretly look at Feng He's bedspread. His handsome face turned red again, and there was a faint tendency for blood to flow from his nose.

It was mainly because of this behavior that he felt as if he was having an affair with Feng He... in public.

This feeling... is really, really... so wonderful...

Ye Xingli collapsed on the bed, panting and calming down his impulse. Unconsciously, he made quite a loud noise.

Lu Mingyu next door sent him a message: Are you faking your death?

Ye Xingli: “…”

He was so angry that smoke came out of his nostrils and he didn't bother to pay attention to Lu Mingyu. But when he thought about the fact that he had good food to eat while he didn't, he became happy again.

He continued chatting with Feng He.

Basketball Brother: You took beautiful photos...

Feng He was almost falling asleep...but when she heard the news, she opened her eyes again, looking sleepy.

He poked the screen twice and replied: I'm going to sleep...

Ye Xingli was stunned for a moment, then immediately replied, "Good night." Feng He hadn't replied yet.

He sent a message to Qi Xu, asking him if he could turn off the lights because he was going to bed.

Qi Xu turned off the lights not long after.

The dark environment made Feng He sleep more comfortably. He turned over and hugged the pillow happily.

There's no early morning wake-up tomorrow... I can sleep in for a long time.

Feng He basically maintains the frequency of live broadcast every day, unless the weather is bad and he doesn't want to go to the rental house.

Ye Xingli treated him better and better, and Lu Mingyu was also good to him, at least they could be considered friends...except Qi Xu was still as dead as ever.

Feng He felt that the relationship in this dormitory was not impossible...

the next day.

【Don't forget the punishment mission. 】

Feng He sat up in shock from her dying illness.

He stuck his head out and looked around, and there was no one in the dormitory.

Feng He bit her lip and slowly got out of bed in her nightgown.

His feet stepped on the cold iron ladder, and his heart felt cold too.

"What kind of clothes should I wear today..."

[Your closet is full of skirts, so you can just wear any one. ]

Feng He tangled her fingers together, looking very embarrassed.

While no one was around, he opened his closet and quickly picked out clothes.

Today is a punishment, but he can wear something more casual so it doesn't look so exaggerated.

Fortunately, the original owner had so many skirts, almost all types.

The skirts he kept at school were all everyday and presentable.

Feng He breathed a sigh of relief, saw a skirt that she liked, and pulled it off.

This is a dress with a gentle style.

The white cloth is very gentle and quiet, and it is dotted with red roses, making it look elegant and beautiful.

It is paired with a square collar and large suspenders.

Showing off the beautiful collarbone and shoulders.

The skirt reached directly below Feng He's knees, covering half of his calves.

The skirt is layered and really looks like a blooming rose.

The level of security and privacy is very good.

There was also a big bow tied at the back of the skirt.

The skirt is also equipped with a small tulle jacket, which makes it look more demure and gentle.

Feng He hurried to the bathroom to change her skirt.

He pulled out another wig from the cabinet, a gentle light chestnut color.

After putting it on...it's hard to tell whether it's male or female.

Feng He pulled out a pair of white socks and matched them with a pair of small leather shoes.

The gentle and intellectual lady style is full.

If he were to walk around campus dressed like this, he would definitely get 100% attention.

After he was dressed like this, the punishment mechanism showed that it had been half completed.

Feng He sighed with a vicissitudes of life, and half of it was because he wanted to wear it to meet people...

In order to cover up a little, Feng He wore a small rose ornament around her neck.

Just enough to cover the Adam's apple...

Otherwise, he was afraid of other people's eyes...

"pat-"

There was a sudden sound from the dormitory door, it was the sound of the lock being unlocked.

Feng He was so frightened that she almost ran away.

His actions were hilarious.

The system suppressed its smile and asked him: [What are you doing? !]

Feng He said tremblingly: "How come someone came back so soon? I'm not ready yet!"

[Have you forgotten that you asked Lu Mingyu to bring you breakfast yesterday? He is here to bring you breakfast now.]

Feng He: "..." If I had known he would stop talking yesterday...

The next second, Lu Jinyuan walked in carrying a breakfast bag.

"Feng He, your——"

So it came to an abrupt end, and Feng He certainly knew why the sound suddenly stopped.

He closed his eyes and didn't dare to look directly at Lu Mingyu.

The long eyelashes are flickering.

A very shy attitude.

"You...this is?"

It was unknown how long the atmosphere remained stagnant before Lu Mingyu's dazed expression returned to normal.

He asked Feng He with an unstable breath.

Feng He had already thought of an excuse. He pretended to be disgusted and said with a pout, "I made a bet with my friend yesterday. I lost... This is my punishment."

Lu Mingyu felt awesome.

He turned his gaze away from Feng He with great difficulty and said in a dry and hoarse voice: "Have breakfast. I brought it back for you."

Feng He nodded arrogantly.

Lu Mingyu couldn't help but look at Feng He again, and he found that he couldn't take his eyes off Feng He at all.

It’s so beautiful…really, so beautiful.