MTLNOVEL Chapter 160: Chapter 160
With a creaking sound.
There was a sound of a door opening beside me.
Alan subconsciously wanted to turn his head to look, but his neck was stiff.
The sword of the King of the North did not make his neck stiff, but at this moment he could clearly feel the blood flow in his neck being blocked.
The style of the evening gown stabbed into his mind like a knife, causing him to hesitate for a moment.
Why?
Starting from changing clothes, so far.
All he could think about was the clothes Hilda had made for him.
Just on his arm.
The texture feels very comfortable, even comparable to some mid-range brand suits I wore before.
This shows how much Hilda cared.
And until this moment, when she was about to see Sylphy in an evening dress.
He finally felt the reality.
Sylphy.
Evening dress.
The white color suits her best and is also her favorite.
Low cut.
Lolita in a low-cut evening dress?
Sylphy? ?
No, is this true or false?
Moving along with my thoughts and neck was the scene in the bedroom.
The light of the setting sun passed before his eyes, creating wisps of light.
Skim across walls, door frames, door panels.
Stayed at
The door is slightly open.
Just a glance.
It suddenly brought his chaotic thoughts and floating senses back to reality.
Alan's demeanor, which had clearly returned to its previous sharp expression since October, was visibly stunned.
In sight.
The door was only open a crack.
Sylphy put her face close to the door, with half of her body sticking out.
Some hesitation, some hesitation.
The white hair hung on the door frame, forming beautiful arcs.
Under the curvature of the hair.
Her shoulders were thin and she was naked, showing the slenderness that a girl should have.
The white neck line extends down along her jawline.
There are two necklaces around her neck.
One is a clavicle chain.
It lies softly in the middle of the collarbone, with the bones supporting the skin with blue blood vessels, spreading to both sides like a mountain with soft edges.
The other is an ordinary pendant.
It is placed very unusually under the collarbone, squeezed into the slightly soft skin.
As she leaned forward, it swayed slightly in the air.
Silver light.
Leaping on whiteness.
Then, it is visible to the naked eye. It is coated with a layer of pink.
It wasn't the sunset that colored the view.
It was Sylphy's skin that began to turn red.
She is shy.
The next moment.
The door was pushed completely open.
An evening dress now looks just as it should.
But Alan had already glanced away at the speed of light, staring blankly at the weaving machines in Hilda's garment room.
I don't know if it's an illusion.
He is looking at the weaving machinery now.
Everyone thinks it is handsome.
"Should I go in and change my clothes then?"
Sylphy lowered her eyes and hummed.
Turn sideways.
Alan nodded and stepped into the dressmaking room.
Pop.
The sound of a door closing very softly.
Alan touched the clothes on his arms and breathed a silent sigh of relief.
He hung his trousers on a manufacturing machine beside him and reached out to take off his clothes.
The feeling of disharmony suddenly 'awoke' him.
Heartbeat.
More rapid than usual.
Coming from behind.
Very close!
Allen's eyes widened, and he shook his head quickly! Even faster than Alice swung her sword!
Look behind you suddenly!
The white-haired girl leaned against the door.
Looking up at him.
She did not go out.
So, Alan finally saw how the evening dress looked on her.
Under the pendant that was flashing just now.
I saw Bai Jie's soft strap tied into a knot just below the pendant around her neck.
It extended to both sides, poured down along her waist and ribs, and fell to the ground.
Very soft.
It actually made him subconsciously think of the moonlight in the snow valley again.
Sylphy began to speak.
"Alan."
"ah?"
"Will the clothes fit?"
Alan was stunned for a moment and nodded.
"It fits me well."
Sylphy blinked and looked away from Eren's face, her ears trembling slightly.
Said again.
There was a hint of emphasis in his tone.
"No, this is the one I'm wearing."
"I have been with my wife these days. She has measured my body, so she has altered the dress. Of course it will fit me."
Alan was stunned for a moment, then realized what Sylphy was talking about.
Will the clothes fit?
If it wasn't the one on Sylphy, then whose was it?
There was no doubt that she was referring to the one in her hand.
Even though the other party didn't hear what I was thinking.
But at this moment, she was answering the question in her heart just now.
Alan looked down at the shirt and dress jacket on his arms.
Hilda had never measured herself.
Why does the dress seem to fit her so well?
A hand appeared in the field of vision.
It was Sylphy's hand. She grabbed Alan's wrist and led him to the closet.
Hilda's dressing room was small, and only a few steps were enough for her to reach the closet.
Reach out and open the closet.
Rows of exquisitely designed men's clothing come into view, covering all sizes and age groups.
Crowded.
Crowded in the field of vision.
Alan stared at the closet.
Why do clothes fit unexpectedly?
The reason is simple.
Because it just happens.
Because of accident.
because
It's fate.
(End of this chapter)
186. Chapter 183: From the Mother's Body Temperature
186.
Sylphy and Alan were in the same room for a short time, less than a minute.
But when the door opened, Sylphy stepped out in an evening dress.
But I found that the living room was a little quiet - I didn't know when, everyone had stopped talking.
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