Yang Shushu looked down at the hem of her skirt with a look of disgust. This was a piece of clothing she had taken out of her original owner's closet. It was a new piece of clothing with the tags still on. She thought the style was okay, so she put it on directly.
She guessed that the style of this dress was too different from the original body's preference, so it was ignored. Her clothing preferences were exactly the opposite of the original body's, or she didn't have any specific preferences. However, she couldn't compliment the original body's love of lace and gauze dresses. She had been wearing two sets of sportswear for a while, probably for one exercise, and today Mu Shicang asked her not to wear sportswear, so she had to take out this simple white shirt dress.
The skirt was very simple in style, a straight-tube long white shirt, and outside the hem there was a matching black apron, which was buckled at the waist, revealing the white hem of the side. The two sides were connected by a chain, highlighting the waistline and looking cool. She casually took out a pair of black short boots and put them on her feet, and tied her hair into a neat high ponytail. The whole person was neat and refreshing. When Mu Shicang saw her for the first time, his eyes lit up for a moment. After all, it was the first time he saw Yang Shushu like this. Usually her hair was loose. She used to take good care of it, but after returning from the hospital, she was too lazy to tie it up. She always either tied it up casually or met people with her hair hanging down.
But at this moment, the corner of the apron buckled around her waist was sprayed with vomit, and Yang Shushu felt so disgusted that she wanted to take it off right away.
"I'm going to the bathroom. I'll tell you where it is and I'll catch up with you later."
Mu Shicang looked at her, who seemed to be eager to put on clothes. After thinking for a while, he nodded: "You go first. When you come out, call me and I will pick you up."
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