"Don't talk yet, change your clothes." Mo Ning said, with that kind of unquestionable and irreversible meaning in his tone.

As she spoke, she walked to the innermost part of the dressing room, opened the wardrobe and rummaged through, took out a pale pink Lolita-style nightdress, and handed it to Cai Youyou.

"This is my old clothes. These clothes are taken care of on a regular basis, they are all clean, and you can take them and wear them wherever you want. ”

"Huh? This is...... Do you want to wear it for me? Cai Youyou looked at Mo Ning with some surprise and asked.

She remembers that before she was five years old, when she was very young, her mother seemed to like to buy her this style, fluttering little skirt. It's just that after my mother left, I haven't worn this style of clothes for so many years.

Under Mo Ning's repeated urging, Cai Youyou changed into Mo Ning's nightdress when she was twelve years old, and the size was appropriate.

Mo Ning looked Cai Youyou up and down and nodded with satisfaction.

Well, the painting style is finally right.

It's just that the next moment, she frowned a little dissatisfied.

The chest of the nightdress seems to be a little baggy.

This girl is too thin, and her body has not grown at all, she looks less than 1.5 meters, right?

Well, you have to make it up.

When the nutrition is replenished, this girl will look better in her previous little skirt......

Cai Youyou, who hadn't worn this kind of fluttering skirt for almost ten years, clasped his hands a little crampedly, not knowing that he had been targeted by Mo Ning.

"Let's go, let's go back to the room first, and I'll help you dry your hair." Mo Ning said.

Mo Ning helped Cai Youyou blow her hair, and sighed in her heart, this girl's hair quality is really good.

And her skin, white and red, tender and smooth, like a budding rose in early spring, is about to bloom into her own unique and natural beauty.

Tsk, young, it's good.

Just when the twenty-three-year-old Mo Ning looked at the sixteen-year-old Cai Youyou and sighed, there was a knock on the door of the room.

"Come in!" Mo Ning said.

It was Mo Xun who came.

"It's so late, why don't you rest yet?"

Mo Xun took a long step and walked into the room. When his gaze fell on Cai Youyou, he couldn't help but be stunned.

"It's ......"

A deep smile appeared on Mo Ning's face: "How is it?" Yoyo girl paper is wearing my old nightdress, isn't it good-looking? ”

The soft pale pink color set off her skin more pale, and the soft short black hair was just dried and had a fluffy feeling, which made Mo Xun can't help but think of the soft and touching touch.

Looking at the girl in front of him in a pale pink nightdress, a classic line from a classic book suddenly popped up in Mo Xun's mind.

"Lolita, the light of my life, the fire of my desires. My sin, my soul. Lo-li-ta, with the tip of the tongue pointing up, falls gently on the teeth from the roof of the palate downwards in three steps. Lowe. Beautiful. Tower. ”

"In the future, this kind of clothing can be worn occasionally in my house, but it must not be worn out, you know?" Mo Xun stepped forward, rubbed Cai Youyou's short hair, and warned with a serious face.

For some reason, it seemed that out of an inexplicable instinct, he didn't want anyone other than himself to see someone in a Lolita dress.

"Hey, what are you doing? I messed up other people's hair, and Sister Mo Ning just helped me comb my hair! ”