Walk straight back to the bedroom.

Na Qiao was so worried that he didn't know what to do, and Mo Xiaolu didn't let Na Qiao follow the room. She could only stand outside the door, pacing back and forth anxiously.

I muttered indignantly in my heart: How can my uncle be like this, he is ......, isn't he playing with my young lady's feelings?

The last fawn in the room went straight into the cloakroom.

The design of Mo Xiaolu's room is different from the style of the main hall, not like the classical luxury and high-profile style of the main hall, her room is a typical princess modern style, with different levels of pink and white as the base.

Entering the cloakroom, there is a white dresser directly opposite, the cabinet on the left side of the dresser is full of shoes, and on the right is bags.

On the left wall is a cheongsam, which is the etiquette and custom of the ancient island, on the right wall is hung a variety of fashion brand clothing, and in the middle of the square crystal cabinet can be seen dazzling jewelry.

Open the crystal cabinet and there will be a wide variety of cosmetics.

She stacked the cosmetics in the cabinet on the dresser, and Mojidew usually didn't like makeup, so she didn't use them often, and most of them were kept here.

Sitting in front of the dresser, the girl in the mirror, her skin is like congealed but a little pale, her eyes are bright but her eyes are red, her thin lips are like cherry blossoms that have been crushed, and her little face without powder can see the fragility of this person at a glance.

She used her memory to pull out what she wanted from the pile of makeup.

Her boneless little hands smeared her face, and she wanted to refresh herself.

The stronger the love and resentment in her heart, the more her emotions were on the verge of collapse, her hands began to be painted indiscriminately, I don't know when she burst into tears and had already fainted the foundation, and her originally delicate little face was now like a little flower cat.

Looking at her embarrassed self in the mirror, she sobbed in despair, let the tears flow down, and blurred the base makeup.

At this moment, she really hoped that the second personality in her body could appear. She shouted in her heart: You come out! Help me, I really can't stand it, it's so uncomfortable.

She wished that the one in her body could come out to protect herself, and she felt that she couldn't hold it anymore.

It hurts, it hurts to the bones, it hurts so much that I can't breathe.

I love you so much, but in your heart, what am I?

A tool to save the continent of Warno? No, she has lost her qualification to be his tool.

A tool to vent your emotions? Came secretly every night and tortured her half to death, never taking into account her feelings.

Now that a person suspected of being Luo Mei appears, he can abandon her fiercely?

She threw herself on the dresser in despair, her whole body twitching, and a suppressed, painful sob, as if it had been pumped out of the depths of her soul, enveloped her, weaving a sorrow like a cry.

Why is there such a person in life? Let her learn to be selfish, learn to be cowardly, and learn to be inferior. Then he shook his hand and left, he was free and happy, but she had to face an unbearable self. It's no longer as innocent, beautiful, and carefree as it used to be.

She doesn't want such an unbearable self!

Raise your head and look at the unbearable appearance in the mirror.

Pulling out the wet wipes, she wants her former self, her beautiful and brave self.

She put herself back on makeup, and for some reason she became more and more proficient in her movements.

The girl in the mirror, just a little powder, has already fallen into the country, the original willow eyebrows raised eyebrows look mature and intellectual, the corners of the eyes outline the upturned eyeliner, the original round big eyes are drawn slender and hooking.

She picked up the darker lipstick and applied it to her lips, her expression gradually becoming arrogant, with contempt, and the corners of her lips were slightly raised, which was extremely charming.

'Do you want to be me?' There seemed to be a voice in the empty cloakroom.

Mown looked around in shock, but there was no one.

'Didn't you just look for me?' My little fawn. The voice seemed to come from the body, and it sang like a murmuring stream, which had a seductive meaning.

Mo Xiaolu raised her eyes, the person in the mirror was not at all like her before, her raised eyebrows widened suddenly, when did she turn herself into what she is now?

'I'm so sad, are you afraid of me?' The voice was a little sad, and it came out of the body and passed through the brain of the last fawn.

It was as if there was an invisible person around her who was talking to her.

The person in the mirror, as if it was her, not her, she seemed to occupy the body of the end of the fawn, but the end of the fawn actually had consciousness.

"I'm not afraid, why didn't you show up before?" Moe Fawn stared at himself in the mirror and spoke calmly.

"Why didn't you show up that night?" She was asking about the night of the birthday party, she was so miserable, she selfishly thought that someone in her body would appear to shelter her from the wind and rain.

'Hehe...... because you actually like it. The voice in the body sneered.

The pupils of the last fawn shrank suddenly, bowed his head in embarrassment, and remained silent.

Is she so unbearable? Does she really like to be treated like that by Scarlet in her bones? She didn't believe it! She didn't believe she could be so low.

The voice said, 'My little deer, do you want to take revenge on Yun Rou?' She may really be the late Luo Mei, should we kill her? ’

The voice in her body was full of evil, and the seductive voice seemed to be seducing the last fawn, filling her brain.

Frightened, the last fawn picked up the lotion and threw it at the mirror in front of him.

There was a clattering sound, and the mirror shattered a table, each piece reflecting her horrified expression.

How could I have such terrible thoughts?

She quickly ran out of the cloakroom and went to the bathroom to wash off the makeup on her face.

She was a little scared of the person in her body, how could she think of summoning that person? Is she crazy?