On the second day, Qing Wei was still asleep, so someone lifted the quilt and poured a basin of cold water.

Qing Wei, who was still in a deep dream, thought that he was on the battlefield, and the grain and grass were burned by the enemy.

Without saying a word, a carp turned over, conjuring a halberd in his hand, and the fox tail loomed behind it.

Then when she held the halberd with her backhand, the unreal touch finally woke her up.

Feng Jiu looked at her coldly, "Touch, enough, is it?" ”

Qing Wei looked down and remembered that his halberd had already been broken by the phoenix dove, and it was his arm that was caught now.

Then, screw it hard!

The phoenix dove was in pain, "Ahh ”

She replied arrogantly, "Touching is enough touching, not twisting enough." ”

In less than half a ring, Qing Wei was pressed on the dresser by the phoenix dove. With a wave of her hand, seven or eight little fairies squeezed into her room with a washbasin and clothes and jewelry.

Originally, she lived in the slave room arranged by Feng Jiu's stingy ghost, and as soon as these people came in, her poor little room was breathless in a blink of an eye.

Qing Wei tried to break free, but when he thought about destroying things and losing money, he had to be honest: "What do you want to do, you dead roast chicken!" Feed! Don't mess with my hair! Feed! Clothes, clothes! ”

The phoenix dove walked out of the room with his hands in his hands, "It's useless for you to yell like this, be honest." I'm going to visit Qingqiu later. ”

At the mention of Qingqiu, Qingwei's whole person became alert, "Qingqiu, why are you going!" ”

She remembered the elder's eyes yesterday, and she felt extremely unhappy.

The phoenix's answer is also really interesting: "-Guess? ”

Guess what the is!

Qing Wei had never been "served" like this in her life, and when the peach comb slid over her hair, it was also dipped in incense, making the whole hair have a faint fragrance.

Four or five hairpins of different sizes were inserted on the head, and the hair was gently pulled into a flexible bun.

The instep of her foot was soaked in petals, and a fairy was rubbing the thick leather of her foot with a silver frustration. Her hands, on the left and right, were lightly pressed by the fairy's palms, and on the fingertips, layers of water-pink dancôme were painted.

When everything was ready, the fairies handed her a light saro dress and waited for her to put it on.

When she was wrapped by them layer by layer like a zongzi, a fairy shouted: "Fengjun! ”

And the phoenix dove came in, and there was no suspicion of men and women in his eyes, and he glanced at Qing Wei's chest. He suddenly understood what the fairy was called.

The skirt under this wide-sleeved Luo skirt is a bandeau design, and the curvature of the bandeau is specially reserved for the warm fragrant nephrite on the woman's chest by a few inches. But as soon as it was put on Qing Wei, it was much emptier in an instant.

When the wind blows, the bandeau fabric is shaking.

He rubbed the corners of his forehead helplessly and said, "It's the first time I've seen such an existence in Pingchuan. Go, find two steamed buns from the kitchen and stuff them in! ”

Holy!

If it weren't for the head, hands, and feet, they would all be held down by the fairies. She had already rushed over and kicked him away!

Qing Wei only stared at the person reflected in the mirror with his residual vision, and was so vicious: "You rare and strange dead roast chicken!" Isn't it good that not all women have big breasts and fat buttocks! ”

If she wanted to be really rich in breasts and fat buttocks, she would have become a prisoner on the battlefield back then!

Tsk, she's the kind of security, it's standard security!

The phoenix dove lifted the lid of the steamer and picked the two largest steamed buns.

pointed at Qing Wei with his eyes, "It's true that not all women have big breasts and fat buttocks, but you can't be considered a woman if you don't have big breasts or fat buttocks!" ”