(Changed~ The first time I found no typos, it's rare&. I continued to type in a certain orange. In addition, I don't want my efforts to be ignored~ Robbery Recommended votes!!!)

"Ye Xi, who is she?" As soon as she saw me come out, Philia immediately pointed at Orange and questioned me.

"Didn't you meet last night? He is your classmate two months ago." I explained helplessly: "His name is Origi Juzi, my exclusive maid. You can call him Orange."

"Ah? Exclusive maid?" Philia looked at me, then at Orange, and shouted in shock: "Why is she your maid? Also, I don't think the name of the person you mentioned."

"I'm very low-key." I sat on the bed and waved my hand and said, "Juzi has always been very low-key. I discovered him after I met him. Then, in order to thank me for my rebirth, I became my maid."

After saying that, I glanced at Orange, but her expression did not change. Then I looked at Philia again. The little girl looked at me with disbelief, then looked at Orange again, and finally locked her eyes on her body, muttering in a low voice: "So that's it, my breasts are bigger than Ye Xi's. No wonder I can be her maid with peace of mind..."

"..." I heard the whisper of Ficilia... At this time, I suddenly felt fainting and wanted to laugh but couldn't laugh. Orange's breasts were bigger than me and were willing to be my maid? What is this? Does Ficilia think that Orange is my maid to show off her breasts in a "contrast" way? Oh my god, is Ficilia still dissatisfied with her A-level breasts?

Also, how could this sissy girl Orange have breasts? That was just the breast pad I asked him to put in! Ficilia was actually jealous of the sissy girl’s breast pad, this...

I twitched the corners of my mouth and looked at Orange, and found that the corners of his mouth were twitching. I looked at Fisilia who was showing a sudden realization expression. I suddenly felt extremely unhappy... I really wanted to see what expression would be when Fisilia knew that the Orange was cushioning with her breast...

While the corners of Orange's mouth were still twitching, I couldn't control my impulse and rushed up. I grabbed Orange's "breast" from behind. Orange immediately screamed... I ignored him and extended my hand from his collar to his chest. In Ficilia's extremely shocked eyes, she suddenly pulled out several white mats with arc shapes...

"This...this..." Philia's eyes were concentrated on the chest pad in my hand, so shocked that she couldn't speak. Then, her expression gradually changed from shock to joy, and then became proud. Could it be that this little girl found that her breasts were bigger than those of oranges?

If I tell her that Orange is a fake girl, I don’t know what she will feel. I suddenly thought evilly.

But at this time, Orange suddenly started to whimper, covering his face and crying with grievance. But Philia laughed quietly, and her eyes were filled with pity and arrogance...

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The farce I caused myself in the morning made me clean up for a long time. I used all kinds of sweet words and other means to coerce and induce, and Orange stopped crying. But after such a fuss in the morning, the tension about the Lugrens banquet was unknowingly dispelled, and I also gained confidence. I believe that I will definitely find useful things from the Lugrens banquet and come back alive.

After breakfast with Orange and Fisilia, I told them my decision. Their answer was as expected - I simply agreed.

Next was an afternoon of procurement and task arrangement. We did not use the dresses for attending the formal party, nor did we have the necessary jewelry and cosmetics. We agreed that since we were going to attend a formal party, we must dress up decent enough, at least not lose face.

In fact, I think these are just excuses. Women love beauty is nature. Why don’t you dress up well and let your brilliance bloom with a platform like a party that can show off yourself in a delicate and exquisite way?

Although I thought this and felt a little disdainful, when Fisilia and I went to the streets to purchase, I was surprised to find that I seemed to care about things like face. On the street, oranges are the most boring. At least I can try on all kinds of evening gowns one by one...

When I reluctantly came out of the high-end evening dress store, the meaningless thinking began to slowly struggle in my nostalgia. It has been so long, and there are still 16 years of boy life. Is it considered a curse?

Looking at the dazzling array of beautiful women's clothing around, and looking at the beautiful girl in the mirror that was swiftly passing by, I found my theorem that has implemented my habits and eternal unchanging over the past year - let it go, just be happy!

Anyway, I have been so depraved, so why bother with this issue again? Let it be deeply rooted in my soul and improve my current me. It is better not to leave any gaps.

Amid Ficilia's call, I smiled and pulled Orange's hand and ran to the next store...

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A quick afternoon passed like this, and I returned to the hotel, changed into the evening gown I bought, and helped each other with makeup. When everything was ready, the car sent by Rugrens to pick us up happened to be parked downstairs of the hotel.

The evening dresses worn by the three of us were almost surprisingly consistent. Considering that we were going to wear fighting leather armor in the evening dress, we chose looser dresses. The only evening dresses that attracted us to our eyes were the evening dresses of the witches in Yamato culture in Asia.

The upper body was a lace sleeveless shirt, then put on a simple but not without the flowing and agility of the knee-length skirt, and used a gorgeous belt to wrap around the waist, and used the technique taught by Monina to tie a beautiful knot behind me. Finally, I put on a wide-sleeved translucent sleeve, and used the camouflage system of fighting leather armor to transform stockings and high heels (in fact, the boots of women's fighting leather armor are high heels...) to form a pure evening dress in the witch genre.

As for the headwear, except for wearing some small hairpins, we all surprisingly tied a huge bow on the back of our heads. In this way, the three of us seemed to be three sisters in the eyes of outsiders. I believe that from a distance, we can only distinguish them by the color of the skirt.

I was wearing a purple dress, Ficilia's was golden, and oranges were orange...

The girl's ability to love beauty is really strong. Sitting in the car, I accidentally glanced at the rearview mirror, and saw three beautiful girls dressed almost the same. In a trance, I suddenly felt proud: I am the most conspicuous...

As the car advanced, a grand and beautifully decorated castle building in the distance appeared before us. It was the building that everyone in London should understand - the residence of Marquis Rugrens Nasri.

Looking at the bigger and bigger buildings, I couldn't help but feel nervous. This was my first time attending such a formal dinner... And, what exactly happened at the banquet? It's really more and more exciting...

I quietly moved my hand to the hairpin in my ear and gently tapped the crystal particles at the end of the butterfly hair accessories. It was the switch of the pinhole camera. If I missed something, I can only ask him...

What exactly will happen to this unknown and dangerous banquet held by Rugrens...
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