Chapter 3
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The next morning, Luo Qingchen woke up early. She slept well last night and had no dreams.
She turned her head and couldn't help thinking that the original host was supposed to die tonight, making her body tremble.
She took a deep breath and felt that her breathing was smooth. She shouldn't die, right?
[System notification: The original host's body is very weak because of the years of abuse. Host, please cherish it!]
Even if you don't say it, I will cherish it, okay?
Dressing up in front of the mirror was the most important thing in life. In her impression, the original host was very ugly before she died, so ugly that she almost didn't look like her.
Luo Qingchen walked in front of the mirror and looked at herself because she was too lazy to wash her face yesterday. She almost cried out in surprise.
What the hell was this!?
Dark red rouge, not only on her cheeks, but also on her eyes. Her skin was waxy yellow and her lips were purplish black.
Was she poisoned?
Luo Qingchen gently wiped it with her hand. It really was powder that could be wiped off.
She couldn't help shaking her head helplessly. The original host was too cruel to herself.
Although she accidentally lost her child, she shouldn't ruin her face like this!
"Someone, bring me a basin of hot water." Luo Qingchen shouted at the servant outside the door, her voice a little hoarse. It was different from the voice she heard before. It wasn't watery at all.
Fuck, why was her voice like this? Oh my god, does the system have any throat soothing medicine?
[Yes.] The system suddenly thought like a machine.
Give me one.
[No experience, no exchange.]
Can I predict it in advance? We have a long term relationship. I won't run away or not return it. My soul that has been floating for thirty thousand years will be reborn, right?
The system completely ignored Luo Qingchen's thoughts and played dead.
Okay, this is very system!
The system silently wanted to beat the host, but after thinking about it, it held back.
After all, it was because of that person's existence that she could stay in the chaotic space for thirty thousand years without any injuries and finally get a chance to be reborn.
With a 'gedeng', the door was opened. A dazzling light shone into the room. Luo Qingchen only felt a cloud of dust rise from the ground. She couldn't help but frown. How long had it been since this girl had left the house?
Luo Qingchen washed her face from her forehead to her chin at least five times after she handed over the water that the servant gave her to wash her face.
She finally managed to wash off the old woman's makeup completely.
Her makeup skills weren't very good, but the original owner's foundation was good.
There was no one in this world who could overturn a city, okay?
"En, not bad." After applying a thin layer of rouge and face powder, she indeed looked devastatingly beautiful!
However, he had to change his clothes. He couldn't wear such ragged clothes!
Luo Qingchen's jaw dropped when she opened the original owner's box of clothes.
Who could tell her what the hell was all this mess of colors?
Dark black, dark red, khaki, dark green, and even pure black?
This is the color of an eighty-year-old granny. How can I win back the male lead's heart if I wear this!
No, she had to go out and buy clothes!
For the next two hours, she rummaged through the original owner's room and took out all the valuable things.
Actually, the reason why the original owner hated the world these past few years was because of her father's death.
With the death of the Luo King, the Luo Family's power was halved.
Over the years, Yan Wu Se's status in the palace was very high. Zhao An Yang's harem had no other women besides Yan Wu Se.
However, it was very strange here. The male lead's affection for the supporting female lead was only 30%.
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