C2 (1/2)

With a look from Night Seven, the two servants brought Luo Lingwei into the bridal chamber. Luo Lingwei decided to first conserve her strength and behave a bit more obediently, and then she would find a chance to escape.

”Go in! Ugly, don't even think about playing any tricks. ” The servant pushed Luo Lingwei into the bedroom, fiercely warning her to shut the door with a ”pa” sound.

Luo Lingwei gouged out a glimpse at the servant's back, then jumped up and down and sat in front of the bronze mirror on the dressing table. Luo Lingwei gouged out a glance at the servant's back, then jumped up and down in front of the bronze mirror on the dresser.

However, when Luo Lingwei looked carefully, the original owner's facial features were actually similar to hers. It was just that they were darker and fatter. If they whitened and lost weight, wouldn't they instantly turn white and rich and beautiful? In the 21st century, she could be considered a beauty with her petite mouth and oval face. She could do whatever she wanted, so Luo Lingwei started to bounce around the room to lose weight.

Outside the door, Night Seven looked through the window at Luo Lingwei. He didn't know what sort of character this wangfei was, so he went to the study and informed Ye Lianhe.

”Humph!” ”Interesting.” Ye Lianhe, who was currently reading a military book in front of the desk, closed the book. ”This King shall see what this sixteen year old little wangfei is up to.”

Luo Lingwei was still jumping up and down while trying to lose weight, thinking to herself: ”I'll make you guys laugh at me. Just wait until I'm thinner, until I'm blind!” He didn't pay any attention to Ye Lianhe as he entered the room. He looked at Luo Lingwei and sneered, ”What is the wangfei doing?”

”Hmm?” Luo Lingwei was frightened out of her wits. Once again, her body was tied up by a rope. When her feet touched the ground, her entire body fell forward. ”Hmm …” No, she didn't want to lose her looks right after she transmigrated.

Luo Lingwei closed her eyes in despair, but was caught by an embrace. Luo Lingwei opened her eyes and raised her head to look into Ye Lianhe's clear and cold phoenix eyes, but Ye Lianhe actually pushed her away and gave her mouth a handkerchief.

”Cough, cough, cough.” Luo Lingwei's handkerchief had just been taken off her body, and her mouth was dry. She couldn't help but cough a few times, and theorize: ”Hey, you're handsome. You only get married when you're over thirty, and you still have the nerve to be so narcissistic. ”

When Ye Lianhe heard this, his face turned gloomy.

”How dare you!” Night Seven stood outside the door and scolded.