The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack
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The man handed the dress to her, then opened the door of the cloakroom and signaled Gu Weimian to go in and change into the dress. She put on the skirt skillfully, tied the belt around her waist and tied a small bow. It was the first sentence Ao Qijun said after she found him while wearing a pair of high heels that looked like saws.
The little dress she wore for her 18th birthday ceremony.
A man wearing this suit ran to see Ao Qijun.
It was also her first time wearing high heels, and that time, her heels were rubbed until they bled.
She didn't know when the suit came into the man's hands.
The man handed the dress to her, then opened the door of the cloakroom and signaled Gu Weimian to go in and change into the dress.
Gu Weiman took the clothes as if possessed, walked into the cloakroom and put them on as if in a dream.
She put on the skirt skillfully, tied the belt around her waist and tied a small bow.
This is a pink dream belonging to her girlhood.
Then, she put on a pair of beautiful but also very ruthless high heels.
Look at yourself in the mirror.
Her face was still wrapped in gauze, and her appearance was completely different from before.
But after putting on the dress, she stared at herself in the mirror, as if she saw the eighteen-year-old Gu Weiman.
There was an expression on his face that looked like he was neither crying nor smiling.
"A girl should have a girl's elegance and grace. Put on this skirt, put on these high heels, and straighten your back. You are the eldest daughter of the Gu family."
Who was teaching her strictly in her memory?
In a trance, Gu Weimian seemed to see Mr. Gu.
Her eyes were a little red.
This is the only decent piece of clothing among the many hard-to-describe clothes I wore during my adolescence, right?
"Gu Weimian, you don't deserve white. Don't let me see you wearing this color again."
Whose voice is this?
It was the first sentence Ao Qijun said after she found him while wearing a pair of high heels that looked like saws.
Gu Weimian clenched his fists and his body trembled slightly.
That moment, this piece of clothing, promised her the greatest humiliation at the age of eighteen.
Her fingers brushed the hem of her skirt.
After so many years, it was not until today that she truly wore this dress for herself.
Gu Weiman turned around slowly as if in a dream and slowly opened the door of the cloakroom.
Outside the door, the moment Huo Yan saw Gu Weiman, he suddenly jumped up from his chair.
That normally stern face froze for three seconds, his eyes flickering with disbelief, shock, confusion, and...
It seems to be a kind of joy.
Then, Huo Yan raised his feet and took a few quick steps towards Gu Weimian.
He approached the girl, stretched out his hand, and carefully touched the tulle on the hem of Gu Weiman's skirt, as if he was afraid of breaking the tulle.
He paused for a moment, then his hand moved up inch by inch.
First he touched her waist, then her neck, then moved up, and finally, the man touched her cheek.
The man remained silent throughout the whole process.
However, his fingers trembled slightly, and the expression on his face became more and more obsessed and intoxicated, as if a believer was confirming his faith and conveying his inner excitement through this ritual.
Obviously, he was not at peace.
Huo Yan's expression partially infected Gu Weiman.
It even gave Gu Weimian goose bumps on his arms.
It's really a bit exaggerated.
It was so exaggerated that...she wanted to say it was a bit fake.
But every muscle on the man's face, every expression, especially his eyes, did not seem fake.
Gu Weimian: I am indeed eighteen years old this year