The old woman said: "I rushed to make a set of skirts for you overnight. The time is a bit tight and the stitches are a bit rough. I hope you don't dislike it."

Nangongnan's gaze shifted downward, and his gaze fell on the neat white skirt yarn folded in the tray.

"This is... Yunshang yarn?"

"Yes, your godfather has stayed for many years, and you can finally wear it on your daughter."

The old woman looked at the white gauze skirt when she said this, with a sigh and slight regret in her tone.

Nangongnan said: "Godfather likes his daughter so much, why didn't you adopt a child before?"

When the old woman heard this, she seemed to recall something, her expression flashed in fear.

She clenched the tray helplessly, and said with an unnatural expression: "There is no child who is close to the eye, you are the first child to meet at a glance."

She handed the tray forward and said, "You put it on first, I'll make breakfast, and your godfather will be back after going to the mountain for a while."

The old woman turned around and walked away.

The girl looked at her footsteps with some vain and flustered, her eyes moved slightly, falling on the shadow on the ground, which was a normal human shadow.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, turned around and entered the room.

The old woman is very good at craftsmanship, although she modestly says that the stitches are rough.

But in Nangongnan's view, her craftsmanship is very good, with even stitches and even embroidery.

The whole skirt is matched with soft Yun Chang gauze, which looks very fairy.

Nangongnan suddenly thought of the god, who often wore a soft and smooth light golden robe.

She puts on this skirt, will the two of them stand together better?

Unfortunately, the **** is not here, he can't see her wearing this breasted skirt~

Nangong tweeted in the south: "This is his loss~"

She took off her clothes and put on a breasted skirt made of white veil.

She is small, thin and thin, and she looks more exquisite and delicate in this layered skirt, like a little fairy.

Standing in front of the Linghua Mirror, Nangongnan was amazed by the girl in the mirror.

She rarely wears skirts since she was a child, and she wears smart training clothes when she trains.

In daily life, how easy it is to come, almost never dressing up seriously.

She felt the embroidery on the sleeves, and fell in love with this breasted skirt for a moment.

"Our kids are so pretty in skirts, so I can't look away from them."

Nangongnan returned to his senses, and the **** appeared beside her at some point.

He put his hands together, and his whole body was glowing with a light divine light, always looking indifferently and holy.

The girl grabbed his sleeve in surprise, "Master God, I thought you wouldn't come."

The **** enjoyed the dependence and joy in her eyes, he raised his hand and squeezed her face, "Didn't you call me?"

Nangongnan was shy: "...I'm wearing a skirt, I want you to be the first to see..."

The god's eyes moved slightly, and the light around his body became a little softer. He said, "It's very beautiful, like the little princess in the painting."

Nangongnan twisted her fingers shyly, and pointed her toes, "Why, I, I didn't wear such a skirt."

"Look up, let me take a look."

The girl raised her head, her eyes were full and her cheeks were pink and tender, and her cute and lovely appearance made the god's heart tremble.

His eyes deepened, and he changed the subject with joking, "Little girl, I'm not by your side, you even recognize your godfather."

Nangong Nan tugged at his sleeve and said softly, "I am a means to break the illusion. I also want to find out the secrets of the scholar and his wife before I obey him."

"Oh~"

The deity’s well-knotted fingers pushed his glasses, and spoke a little teasingly, "Why do I think you are so happy to recognize your father? Look, even the new skirt is prepared for you."

The girl tilted her head and said with a smile: "Master God, did you eat the wrong thing?"

"Little girl dare to think."

He looked around the room and said, "Go bring a chair here, and I will pull your hair out."

Nangongnan hurriedly went to move the chair and moved the chair to the mirror before suddenly remembering and asking: "My lord God, would you still comb the girl's hair?"

The god’s eyebrows are gentle and peaceful, and every time he shows this look, he is especially like the kind and gentle **** in the temple, exuding awe-inspiring and uncontrollable divinity.

He said: "As long as I want to, there is nothing I won't."

Nangongnan sat on the chair and said with a smile: "That's good, then let me see the craftsmanship of Lord God."

The **** smiled slightly and lifted her slender fingers to take apart her small balls.

Nangongnan looked at the mirror, the gods did not move hurriedly, and the ordinary comb in his hand seemed to have become holy.

The **** said, "Little girl, your hair is not too long."

"Well, I cut before entering the game. It is not convenient to play games with long hair."

The **** chuckled, "What a casual girl."

Nangongnan smiled unconsciously when she saw in the mirror, and her expression paused slightly.

His gaze fell on the god, and the **** above even combed her hair.

And she didn't even sit together uncomfortably, happily waiting for the results.

Nangong narrowed his eyes, and the smile on his face closed.

This is not right, she is not right.

The girl stretched out her hand to cover the part of her heart, her heart should be calm from beginning to end.

Why is it beating with sweet and sour and warm now.

Nangongnan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his hands clenched unconsciously.

She meditated on the purpose of approaching the gods in her heart.

She enters the game with a mission, can't get lost because of emotion, and she doesn't need emotion.

After several times of self-hypnosis and reminders, the heart slowly stabilized.

She raised her head and was taken aback.

His eyes collided with the warm and peaceful eyes in the mirror.

Nangongnan felt a little bit in his heart.

Does he keep looking at her meaninglessly? Will he see her guilty conscience?

She felt a little flustered, no matter how clever and witty she was, she was always just a mortal.

Purposefully approaching the gods, such a rebellious thing, used up all her courage and exhausted all her thoughts.

The longer the two got along, the more flustered and uncertain she found herself.

Because the heart is shaken, the identity of the other party is already.

He is a god, as long as he thinks, he knows everything.

Her lie will be seen through one day. Then, what will God do?

Deceive God's feelings, love accumulated with lies, once exposed, the gods will... kill her.

Nangongnan's heart hurt, and she subconsciously looked away.

"Heh~"

There was a chuckle from the top of his head, "Don't worry little girl, although this is the first time I'm pulling a girl's hair, I feel pretty good about myself. If you don't believe me, look up."

Nangong Nan was slightly stunned, subconsciously raising his eyes.

The girl in the mirror has bright eyes and a delicate face like snow.

A black hair picked up some dexterous buns on the top of the head, fixed with a wooden hairpin, and the remaining hair was scattered behind his back.