594. Chapter 594: No Comparison, No Harm

    As soon as she opened the door of the dressing room, He Xiaojie excitedly threw her bag on the chair and pulled Su Rourou and said, "Let's change into the performance clothes!"

"Now? Are you sure?" Su Rourou couldn't help but frown again, "Is it... too early? And it's so cold..."

The performance clothes are all small dresses with exposed arms and legs. On this snowy day, wearing such clothes requires the blessing of N warm baby.

"Isn't there a heater here!" He Xiaojie turned on the heater switch with a click, and dragged Su Rourou to the dressing room.

She would not tell them that she had secretly imagined countless times in her heart how she would look in this beautiful little dress. Even if she is a fat girl, she has a heart that loves beauty and wants to stand on a dazzling stage one day and become the focus of everyone's attention.

So, she can't wait to change into this performance costume. Yes, that's it, she can't wait even a second.

Su Rourou was dragged forward by her, and turned back to give Luo Yichen a helpless look.

Luo Yichen curled his lips at her, then sat down on the sofa, with a few words written on his face: "We boys don't interfere in your girls' affairs."

After arriving in the dressing room, the excited He Xiaojie immediately discovered a very cruel fact. The little dress in front of her was obviously tailored according to the size she reported at the time, but why was it so difficult to put it on her body now?

A line of subtitles floated over the sky above the dressing room-He Xiaojie, you are fat again!

However, although there was a little injury, He Xiaojie was not panicked. She had done her homework before coming.

Not only did she not even eat lunch, she also brought a chest binder and a corset.

She handed the two magical tools to Su Rourou, closed her eyes and made up her mind: "Rou Rou, come on, strangle me to death! Please make sure my waist is like a lightning bolt!"

Su Rourou looked at her waist that was as thick as three layers of lifebuoys, and twitched her mouth with some embarrassment, trying to make her eyes look more sincere: "Okay, I'll do my best..."

So, He Xiaojie hugged the door frame, and Su Rourou squeezed the two straps back hard, and finally succeeded in making He Xiaojie's waist 0.0001 cm smaller.

He Xiaojie was very dissatisfied with this, but after looking at the corset that was about to burst, she finally chose to stop.

She struggled to put on the little dress that was about to collapse, and put on a pair of high heels whose heels would break at any time, and twisted to the mirror.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she was still quite satisfied-except that her waist was a little thicker, her arms were a little thicker, her thighs were a little thicker, and there was a little more flesh on her face.

She looked at herself in the mirror and felt sorry for herself for a long time. The more she looked, the more she felt that she was born at the wrong time. If she could travel back to the Tang Dynasty, there would be no Yang Yuhuan.

Until in the mirror, a girl with skin as white as snow appeared, wearing a bright red puffy skirt, and walked towards her slowly from the mirror...

The girl's waist was as slender as a willow, as if it could be broken with a light grip. On a delicate oval face, there were two big eyes like black grapes, looking at her sparklingly.

"Xiaojie, you look good in this." Su Rourou took He Xiaojie's hand, looked her up and down, and couldn't help but admire her.

He Xiaojie curled her lips: before she saw her, she also felt so...

There is no harm without comparison...