Pretty idiot became a heartthrob after his death

Rong Yin frowned, his cheeks flushed, and he tugged at his collar in shame.What he is wearing today is a long lace skirt with many patterns, because it is more worn on formal occasions, the fabric of the skirt is not as soft and comfortable as the ones Rong Yin usually wears, but rather stiff.He doesn't wear it very often, but in the past, when he wore it, he didn't feel uncomfortable everywhere like today.

especially……

Rong Yin lowered his eyes and pulled the lace pattern again.This skirt is designed with cascading ripples at the chest, so there will inevitably be subtle unevenness inside.

feeling bad.

When walking around, the front of the clothes rubbed back and forth, and the place felt like it had been repeatedly rubbed hard by something, and it hurt.

He actually felt uncomfortable when he got up this morning, but he was dressed casually at that time, so the feeling was not obvious. Now that he changed into a complicated long skirt, the pain there became unbearable.

Rong Yin bit her lip and walked out of the bathroom, just in time to meet Fu Lian looking for shoes for him.

It was a pair of very beautiful high-heeled shoes, with a pointed toe, and the whole body was silver-white. The skirt made of pearls shone under the light, and a slender black velvet cloth was tied into a bow around the ankle, which was simple and exquisite. .

Fu Lian called him: "Your Highness, come here and put on your shoes."

Rong Yin moved over slowly, sat on the chair and asked Fu Lian to put on his shoes.

He was dishonest when he was being held by the ankle. He fiddled with Fu Lian's hair with his fingers for a while, and then complained: "I don't want to go to the banquet at all."

Fu Lian put on the shoes for him, and pinched the princess's troubled hand in this posture, with a faint smile in his voice: "Your Highness is like a child, he is not restless in wearing shoes, he always has to touch something to be happy. "

When he stood up, he took Rong Yin's hand, and led him to stand up too. Her Royal Highness probably wasn't used to it, and didn't pay attention to her feet. She jumped forward suddenly, and was hugged by Fu Lian.

Fu Lian's deep laughter came from the top of his head: "Your Highness still has a banquet to go, so don't be in such a hurry to throw yourself into your arms."

Rong Yin supported Fu Lian's chest and managed to stand still. Hearing this, he gave him a hard look, and took two steps forward in a staggering manner.

His steps were unsteady, and after walking for a while, he suddenly frowned and stopped with an unhappy expression.

Fu Lian asked suspiciously: "Is Your Highness still not going? You're going to be late for the banquet."

"I..." Rong Yin glanced at Fu Lian, hesitated for a long time, took a deep breath, and said, "I'll go right away."

After he finished speaking, he took another two steps forward, but when he was approaching the door of the bedroom, his face was still flushed and he stopped.

"I want to change a skirt." Rong Yin said pitifully.

"Your Highness," Fu Lian said inexplicably, "but there are regulations on the dresses for tonight's banquet, and it's too late to order new ones." He hesitated for a while, "Is this dress uncomfortable?"

Rong Yin was silent.He unconsciously tugged at the bit of fabric with his fingers, and stammered, "Yes, yes, I've been feeling uncomfortable today, and I don't know what's going on."

In front of the large floor-to-ceiling mirror, Rong Yin bit his lip and looked at himself in the mirror in shame.On the fair skin, the bright red color like a rose flower looked extremely abrupt, and the edges were slightly swollen.

Fu Lian's eyes also fell on it, there was no emotion in his eyes, and even his tone sank a lot: "Your Highness...what's going on?"

"I told you I don't know, but I woke up like this this morning!" Rong Yin looked at Fu Lian with those sparkling eyes, and said dejectedly, "I don't want to be late, but it's really uncomfortable."

The slightly cool fingertips touched it lightly, and when the temperature was obviously high, Fu Lian paused for a moment before being held tightly by Rong Yin.

He looked at the pitiful look of the princess who had been bullied miserably, sighed, and finally said: "There is no way, it just depends on whether His Highness is willing."

Rong Yin hurriedly said: "I am willing! What is the way?"

Seeing that he was in a hurry, Fu Lian didn't know what to think of, and smiled: "Then His Highness keeps his word."

There was a bit of imperceptible evil in his tone: "Don't worry, Your Highness, it's just an extra one."