Teresa won't starve

"How do you know if you don't try it?"

"..."

Natasha also understands this truth, but...

"What are you hesitating about? I just want you to put it on and have a look. It doesn't mean that you can go straight away after wearing it. If it doesn't fit, you can change it!" Teresa couldn't help shaking her head.

She knew that at least she made a choice now, and there was still time to regret it; after the dance began, there would be no time to regret it.

So when necessary, I still have to force Natasha.

Natasha gritted her teeth and nodded in recognition: "Okay! I get it! Isn't it just for wearing?"

As he spoke, he was about to pick up the dress.

"Wait a minute!"

"?"

Teresa thought about the reason why Natasha didn't dare to wear these clothes - from her usual behavior, she could vaguely judge that she didn't dare to wear too revealing clothes, right?

So I used my creation ability to slightly change the two details of this dress.

The original thigh socks were changed to pantyhose, and the hem of the skirt-like clothes was also stretched a little longer; the long gloves that would reveal the entire upper arm and armpits were also changed to three-quarter sleeves that were connected with the clothes.

The clothes as a whole have also changed from the original tights to looser ones.

This would probably make Natasha's thin body less obvious from the outside, right?

After changing the details, Teresa handed the dress back to Natasha, and pushed Natasha, who had no idea what she had done, into the cubicle.

575 "Black and White Grid"

After about twenty minutes.

Teresa, who had been waiting outside the cubicle for nearly half an hour, couldn't help but want to go in and see what she was doing.If she didn't know that Natasha didn't know how to make up, she would even have wondered if Natasha wanted to touch up her makeup by the way.

Fortunately, Natasha finally came out at this time.

After putting on the new clothes, Natasha first exposed half of her head, and then released the half of the rest little by little, so that Teresa could see her current attire clearly.

Deja vu, but not quite the same.

For a moment Teresa couldn't help but fell into deep thought, but she forgot to talk to Natasha.

This made Natasha couldn't help but start to think about it: "Sure enough, it's still weird, right?"

Natasha turned around and wanted to go back to the cubicle, change the clothes on her body, maybe another maid outfit would be more appropriate.

However, Teresa grabbed her hand, preventing her from going any further.

"No. It's not surprising at all. I think this kind of Natasha is unique!"

"unique?"

Natasha turned her back to Teresa, muttered and repeated.

She understood why Teresa had said the word.

Normally, shouldn't it be something like 'beautiful', 'handsome' or 'cute'?

But according to Teresa's usual words and deeds, it doesn't seem strange that she would say this?

So what the word actually replaces is——

Natasha looked back at Teresa, trying to find the slightest trace of lying on her face: "Is it really okay for me to do this?"

"Of course, I promise!"

"..."

After watching in silence for a while, after finding no flaws in the end, Natasha could only nod her head and temporarily agree: "Well, if you let me know that you are lying to me..."

"How could I lie to you? Let's go."

Teresa let go of her right hand that was holding Natasha's wrist from behind, and stretched out her left hand to signal her to put it on.

"Ah."

Natasha glanced at her little white and flawless hands, hesitated for a moment before placing her right hand, which was wearing a black glove, on Teresa's hand, which formed a stark contrast with the whiteness. (Yuehuang armor wears white gloves by default, but Teresa doesn't wear them here)

Then he walked out of the room with Teresa.

And by the way, just as she was passing by the mirror, she saw herself and Teresa in the mirror at this time, and that scene made her think of a picture that should only appear in fairy tales:

A pitch-black phantom thief in a white cloak, and a white knight in blue armor.

Contrasting colors like black and white.

......

After walking out of Natasha's room, he led Natasha, who was lost in thought, down the stairs.Obviously she looked more like a princess, but she led the other down like a knight who was not like a princess.

Joined this slightly raucous dance party.

It was only at this time that Natasha came back to her senses due to the atmosphere at the scene.

"Slightly noisy..."

"Aren't you used to it?"

Seeing Natasha frowning, it was until she didn't like this noisy atmosphere—although Teresa didn't like it either, but she knew that sometimes, if it wasn't noisy, it would be boring.

Natasha shook her head, and smiled a little reluctantly: "It's okay, I brought this up first."

The standard 'kneeling to finish this beep'......

"That's fine."

It happened that at this time, the voice not far away was a bit loud, which directly attracted the attention of Teresa and Natasha.

Then I saw the twins who had already changed their clothes and were arguing with Xing who was wearing men's clothing in the second grade.However, they are all very restrained, so there is no need to worry that the quarrel will develop into a fight.

So some people, including Teresa, stopped paying attention.

But Natasha—

With an inexplicable smile, she suddenly turned her head to look at Teresa, seeing that her scalp was numb: "The clothes of the two children are also made by you?"

"Why so sure?"

"Needless to say? I haven't seen similar clothes in the orphanage. Excluding the possibility of them making them by themselves, isn't it only you who can transform things that don't exist?"

"Oh, wonderful reasoning."

Teresa clapped pretendingly, trying to pass the test.

It's a pity that Natasha didn't like this, and directly grabbed her side face: "Be honest with me! You are not serious all day long, and you don't know what you are pretending to be in your mind."

"Don't touch me!"

Although Teresa didn't feel the pain, she still freed her face from Natasha's hands - if she pulled it any further, it would become a rice cake.

576 "Be brave"

And by the way, he also stretched out his hand to pinch Natasha's face, and started a competition of who is more like a rice cake without showing any weakness.

When it seems that it is about to intensify——

"Cough cough! Uh cough!"

Loud, loud, sounding a little unnatural coughing, made the two people who were about to continue the face-pinching battle turn their heads at the same time, and saw the lady in military uniform who happened to pass by and was holding a goblet in her hand, fighting for the red wine in the glass. (Cocolia: ￣ ￣#)

"..." x2

After a second of silence, the two sides immediately let go of each other and stood about two meters away from each other.

Natasha turned her head to the other side, adjusted her emotions; then changed to a familiar smiling face, facing her biological mother: "When did mom come here?"

"Not long ago."

"That......"

"Well, you go ahead, I'll sit next to you."

"..."

Teresa looked at the mother and daughter, chatting to death, causing both parties to look a little embarrassed for a while.

So I thought of a way -

She pushed Natasha to Cocolia's side, and asked them to stand separately. Without showing any strange expressions, and of course without smiling, she took out a camera that she made impromptuly from behind.

After setting the position, he pressed the shutter, and locked the picture of the mother and daughter in the same frame in the photo frame, and then took out the photo that was taken in one second, and handed it to the mother and daughter.

"What do you think of my shot?"

"..."

Natasha doesn't comment.

But Cocolia looked down at Natasha, who was much shorter than herself, then nodded and said, "Barely."

He said so, but his body was honestly put into the chest pocket of the overcoat, apparently to be kept as a souvenir.

Then, with a look of 'I won't bother you any more', I sat alone at the table with food, drinking the red wine that I didn't know what to drink by myself.

There's no point in getting involved at all.

"Mommy looks happy."

Back next to Teresa again, Natasha sighed sincerely.

"You can see all this?"

"What do you mean? It's so obvious who can't see it?"

"Tch, I thought I was the only one who discovered it."

"what?"

Seeing these two people who suddenly had a disagreement today, they were about to quarrel again; but they were interrupted again, but this time it was not Cocolia who came, but someone else .

"Natasha, sister?"

"Ok?"

After hearing the call, Natasha quickly turned her head and looked behind her.

It was only then that Xier found out that at some point, she had brought another child who looked like Bronya to her side.

"It's really Sister Natasha!"

At the beginning, Xier could barely tell from the hairstyle, hair color, and body shape that the other party should be someone she was familiar with.

It wasn't until Natasha turned her head that she was really sure.

"Look at what you said, who else would there be if it wasn't Natasha? There are only a few blond hair in the orphanage." Having said that, Teresa glanced around strangely.

She didn't even see Nina!

"It's just you talking!" Natasha pointed at Teresa's forehead, pressed her back and took a step back before saying to Xier, "I can't blame you, I...dressed a little strangely today, it's inevitable that there will be some...different."

"Yeah." Xier shook her head, and took the initiative to hold Natasha's hanging left hand with both hands: "Please don't say such words! Sister Natasha is also super cute today!"

"You don't need to comfort me, actually I know, I..."

"Sister Natasha!!" Xier unceremoniously interrupted Natasha's words: "Please be more confident!!"

577 "Those who will grow up and those who will not grow up"

Natasha was stunned at once.

Standing there, my mind was in a mess, unable to think of a way to deal with this situation.

It was not until a long while before Natasha came back to her senses.

He raised his head and looked at her unstoppable face like himself and Teresa, and watched her gradually become more mature than himself.

The mood is full of complex and unspeakable: "I really grew up! You even dare to teach me a lesson!"

"Eh? Seele isn't..."