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Permission was given, and the man outside the door walked in. Pen~Fun~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Mai wanted to turn her head to see who it was, but her body had long been out of her control, and there was no way to face the door at all.

At this time, Wheat felt that there was not only her consciousness in this body, but also the consciousness of another person who was in control.

Although Wheat couldn't look at the door, it didn't take long for someone to come in from outside the door and take the initiative to walk up to her. Wheat's eyes couldn't see everything in the room, but he could barely see the appearance of those who came in.

Two women must have entered from outside the door, and judging by their appearance and dress, they should be servants or something. It's just that the maid's clothes are also very old-fashioned, and they don't look like the maids in modern society at all. The servant in front of him was wearing an earthy gray coarse cloth skirt covered with a white lace apron. The maid's hair was tied into a bun at the back of her head, which was simply fastened with clips, and a headscarf was worn to ensure that her hair would not get too visible stains during the cleaning process.

The servant served the body of the wheat in an orderly manner, and according to the perception of the wheat and what it saw by sight, the body should now cooperate with the stretched arms so that the maid could put on her clothes. It's just that Wheat also felt that it seemed to be a tutu dress with a large skirt. Watching the maid put on layer by layer, Wheat felt that this dress was very troublesome to wear. Updates are the fastest and most stable

"Alright, you guys go down first." It looked like the troublesome multi-piece dress was finally put on, and another consciousness in the body instructed.

"Yes, miss." The two maids replied respectfully, and then packed up the pajamas-like clothes they had just changed. Cautiously walked out of the room.

When they were gone, the room was back to making no noise. Wheat didn't know what the other consciousness was trying to do, and the body just stood in silence.

It didn't take long. Wheat felt her head shift suddenly, and her legs took a step. Soon. She knew what the other consciousness wanted to do. She wanted to dress up, because the other party was already sitting in front of the old and delicate dresser.

The dresser on this vanity mirror is very old, and it is impossible to see the appearance of the people inside, only a rough outline. Wheat was surprised again, can you do makeup with such a mirror? Makeup makers are too powerful. And in a way, the mirror doesn't look like a modern property, but more like an antique. However, as soon as the idea came to him, Wheat felt that it was impossible. Who would have nothing to do with such an old thing? Unless it's someone who is super rich and has nothing to do. However, Wheat is sure that except for the Tianxu family, he doesn't know such a house full of antiques. Even if it's the Tianxu family, it won't be designed like this, as if it's not a room of this era at all.

Just as Wheat was thinking this, another dominant consciousness in her body was methodically applying makeup, and she was using all kinds of cosmetics on the dresser in turn. Then he opened a jewelry box, took out the earrings, necklaces, bracelets, etc. that matched his clothes, and put them on one by one. When all the makeup work is over, the body is back on its feet. Picking up a bottle on the dresser, she sprayed it a few times.

Wheat smells fragrant. It seems that it should be sprayed perfume. She couldn't help but look over the table and saw that it was a very old bottle, not at all the type that modern people would use. She'd seen it on TV before. It is supposed to be an item from the medieval era, and it was mostly used to hold perfumes. Looking at the other things on the dresser, there is also a strong sense of age.

Wheat wondered why he had walked into such a room. Who exactly is its owner? Why is the house full of old medieval furnishings? And a room full of high-end antiques? That's right, from what she's seen so far, these must be antiques.

Wheat was thinking about this, and suddenly her body moved again. Dragging the heavy skirt on his body, his footsteps finally stopped in front of a waiting mirror.

This time it was much better than the mirror on the dresser, at least Wheat could see what was in the mirror. The line of sight is first located at the bottom end of the mirror. Wheat saw the fluffy skirt, layer upon layer. She was wondering how she could have put on such a strange dress. The gaze gradually shifted upwards. Wheat couldn't wait to see what was in the mirror, but when she did. The surprise in her heart was more than a little bit or two.

The slightly curly hair is pulled into a delicate bun and adorned with a few beautiful pearls. Thin willow eyebrows, charming and deep dark blue eyes, high nose tip, thick and small lips. This is a rather feminine face, delicate and full of classical charm. Her playful chestnut curls add a bit of liveliness to her look, and she is a beautiful and extremely vibrant woman.

However, although the woman in the mirror in front of me is beautiful, she is not wheat! That's right, this face is not hers!

What's going on? Wheat couldn't make a sound, but she had already questioned many times in her heart, how could her face become someone else's? Wheat could not understand the current situation.

If not being able to control her body was bad enough, then her face in the mirror had changed to a different appearance at the moment, which made her feel even more incredible.

Wheat stared at the person in the mirror tightly, in addition to the different appearance, the woman in the mirror in front of him was also wearing a very classical puffy skirt. The old-fashioned design, although very noble and elegant, shows a sense of age everywhere, as if it is not something of this era. The low-cut neckline design sets off her figure even more demagogically, and the woman's waistline is also tied up very graceful and slender, which is really a woman with a very hot figure.

Wheat looked at this long-ago women's puffy dress that only appeared in TV dramas, and the doubts in her heart never stopped. What the hell is going on with this face? How is this dress neat? No, even the room she was in was very strange. Wheat always felt that he had come to a very strange place that was out of touch with the times. (To be continued.)