Full service dog abuse

Chapter 369 Snow②
When it was Qing Ziqi and Bo Xian's turn to appear, the students in the auditorium stood up directly, screaming over the sound of the music, and Qing Ziqi felt the runway tremble three times while standing on the stage.

And those shouts were almost all from Bo Xian.

Qing Ziqi raised her head and glanced at Bo Xian, especially Bo Xian's short hair was curled by her at this time, and she also highlighted it with design elements.

The thick black hair was dyed a few strands of golden white, and her own long curly hair was also dyed golden white, leaving only two short strands of black hair on the right bang.

At this time, there was already light snow in the sky. Seeing that it was snowing, everyone hurriedly stepped on their steps, intending to finish the walk as quickly as possible.

The excited students in the surrounding auditorium were also comforted by the students who maintained order and sat down.

“Hands down caught in she middle.” (It’s too easy to get yourself caught in a dilemma.)
"You knew l was waiting for the light." (You knew I was waiting for the light of hope.)
Everyone stepped on the rhythm of the music, and when they reached the center point, Qing Ziqi walked towards two girls from the commercial design district.

These two girls were wearing mermaid skirts, and they were walking and posing. Seeing Qing Ziqi coming, the two of them smiled at Qing Ziqi very neatly.

Qing Ziqi felt a little baffled because she didn't know these two girls, but thinking that there was a thin string beside her, maybe these two girls were her man's little fans.

In this regard, also smiled back.

However, just as he passed by those two girls, Qing Ziqi suddenly heard a click.

The sound wasn't too loud, but Bo Xian was very close to Qing Ziqi, so he could clearly hear it coming from Qing Ziqi's clothes.

Qing Ziqi paused for a moment, but recovered quickly, and continued walking like a normal person with her thin string on her arm.

And these small movements, no one in the audience noticed.

Finally, it took only the last step to step into the center stage, but the sound of Qing Ziqi's clothes clicking came again, this time the sound was still very long.

Bo Xian was so close that she could hear clearly, she had already guessed that Qing Ziqi's clothes might be torn, and she was ready to run away with Qing Ziqi at the last moment, at least to cover up the torn skirt.

Unexpectedly, when he stepped into the center platform for the last time, there was a heavy snowfall in the sky, and a cold wind was also hanging at this time.

At this moment, Qing Ziqi also changed hands and went back to grab the short corner of the long skirt, and with a stabbing sound, she tore the skirt open and threw it back into the air.

At this time, the goose feather snow fell heavily, and the cold wind blew up the skirt that Qing Ziqi had torn off, only to find that Qing Ziqi's original long skirt and short tail were folded, and after this tearing, the tail became two layers.

A layer of satin is still vertically dragging on the ground along the slender legs, and the long support that has just been torn off is a thin net gauze, with some small handmade flowers dotted around it, with water chestnut crystals nailed on the flower core, and net gauze There are also irregular graphics covered with sequins.

When Qing Ziqi threw it, heavy snow fell, the cold wind blew, and the light hit Qing Ziqi and Bo Xian, and the light was reflected by the sequins on the long back that was attached to Qing Ziqi's waist in mid-air, Light up the center stage.

Bo Xian was very cooperative, and when Qing Ziqi was throwing back the swing, he stopped and took a pose. Qing Ziqi also raised his face at this time, turned his head to look at Bo Xian, who looked down at him affectionately, wearing a dark dress.

The two stared at each other for less than ten seconds, and the space was only the meeting of eyes. At this time, except for the sound of wind and music, everyone stopped silently.

As the cold wind blew briefly, the wind stopped, Qing Ziqi and Bo Xian held hands indifferently and continued to walk, it was not the two of them who just paused for a short while to look at each other for more than ten seconds.

When both of them walked back to the creative design area, everyone came back to their senses.

On the runway, those who originally appeared with Qing Ziqi and the others, those who walked a little ahead, or those who were a little behind, all stopped involuntarily when they saw Qing Ziqi throwing the hem of their skirts.

　In the future, I will never dig a hole for myself again, and it will not be tiring to fill it up!

　　My brain was kicked by a donkey and I wanted to write a runway show?

　　Jie Yun's clothing department is not professional, and neither is the model catwalk show. If there is such a professional cutie, please give Jie Yun a hand. Ignore QAQ for small problems.
　　
　
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