She raised her right foot and subconsciously stepped on her left foot, her big eyes full of panic, "Brother Ah Li, why are you looking at me like this?" Am I getting uglier than I used to be? ”

She knew very well in her heart that the big move she made in Snake Valley was powerful, but it was somewhat hurtful.

She is physically weak and stunted, a six-year-old girl looks as thin as a four-year-old, her cheeks are thin, her hair is slightly yellow, she was so unsightly before, and now she hurts her body, and she forcibly changes into an adult when she has not yet met the nine-day deadline, under all these conditions, is she now ugly more abstract?

She was so nervous that she didn't even dare to breathe hard, so she turned and ran to the dresser in the room.

She's going to have to see what she's become of now!

Seeing Meow Seventeen turn around and run away with an uneasy face, Murong Li came back to his senses from surprise.

He laughed.

This little girl, she really values her own appearance very, very much!

He stood up and walked over to Meow Seventeen, and when he saw that she was staring at himself in the mirror in a daze, he couldn't help but lightly put his fingers on her hair, bent down to look at the mirror with her, and smiled, "What's the matter, are you also beautiful yourself, huh?" ”

Meow Seventeen didn't answer him.

She was in a state of shock right now.

She stared blankly at the little girl in the mirror who was obviously familiar but seemed a little strange.

In her memory, that face should be sickly dull yellow, but at this moment, the white cheeks were full of healthy red, and she subconsciously reached out and poked them, feeling that her cheeks were tender like freshly shelled eggs.

In her memory, the lips were pale pink, a little pale, but at the moment the lips were not stained and vernal, as if they had just eaten a good hawthorn fruit, and the red juice dyed the lips very beautifully.

In her memory, the strands of her hair were slightly curly and unhealthy yellowish, but at this moment, the strands of hair were jet black from root to tip, each one was very soft and slightly shiny, and it looked like fine silk, which made people want to touch it.

She slowly raised her hand in disbelief.

Originally, the wrist was thin, and the wrists of the two hands together were not as thick as Murong Li's wrist, and there was not a single flesh visible on the wrist, only a thin layer of skin covered it, and the cyan blood vessels protruded.

But at this moment, although the wrist is still not fat, at least there is a little bit of flesh under the skin, and the blood vessels are no longer protruding like earthworms.

Although it is still not as good as the beauty of being well-maintained and thin, it can be regarded as a rebirth compared to the self a few days ago.

She looked at herself in the mirror, then withdrew her gaze and looked down at her real hands.

She was nervous, afraid that the beautiful picture in the mirror was just her own imagination, afraid that the real self was still as thin and ugly as the other day.

Her eyes fell on her wrist, which was exactly the same as in the mirror just now, not her delusion.

She was stunned, and subconsciously raised her hand to touch her face.

And the little girl in the mirror also made exactly the same action.

She touched her cheek, and the little girl in the mirror was touching her cheek, and she touched her eyes, and the little girl in the mirror was touching her eyes—

"So, is this really me? Am I really not dreaming? ”

She opened her mouth with difficulty, looked at herself in the mirror stupidly, and made a difficult sound.