Feiyan walked to Rong Ruo and always felt a little strange when he looked at Rong Ruo who was the same height as him.

"Xiao Ruo, your soul and body seem to be a little different..." Fei Yan looked at the familiar face. He clearly saw the older one since he was a child, but at this moment he felt familiar and a little unfamiliar.

Rong Ruo slightly looked away and said inadvertently: "Is that true..."

"Each of them is much taller." Fei Yan compared them to each other. Originally, he was half a head taller than Rong Ruo, but now they are at the same height.

Rong Ruo didn't say anything else, but just looked at the side, thinking about something.

"Is it me next?" Jun Wuxie looked at Jun Wuyao and said.

Her soul is different from others.

Jun Wuyao smiled, and hugged Jun Wuxie in his arms, and walked into the room with her in his arms. "Yejie, prepare a set of clothes for Xiao Xie'er." After that, he walked into the room and closed the door.

"Yes." Ye Jie responded and patted Mingma's belly. Mingma spit out a bunch of small ink cartridges.

"What is this?" Qiao Chu squatted aside and looked surprisingly. For the first time, he knew that the things used by his soul could actually burn it.

Ye Jie ignored him and just focused on painting clothes. Compared with Qiao Chu and the others, Ye Jie painted very carefully this time, and he did not even miss the patterns and embroidery patterns on the clothes. After outlining the lines, Ye Jie reached out to grab the small ink cartridges. The ink cartridges contained colorful pigments. Ye Jie carefully dipped them in various colors to fill them on the paper.

"This... the treatment is too different." Qiao Chu swallowed and looked at the clothes that Ye Jiezai carefully drew. That's not what it means to be clothes, it's as careful as embroidery.

Looking at the beautiful and colorful women's clothing on the paintings, and then looking at her pure white and simple long gown, Qiao Chu wanted to cry a little.

"Be content, it's good to wear clothes." Feiyan felt it didn't matter. This time, Ye Ji drew him a set of men's clothing, and he was very satisfied.

Qiao Chu closed his mouth and knew that if it weren't for Jun Wuxie's light, let alone clothes, he wouldn't even have the opportunity to eat and practice.

In the room, Jun Wuxie stood in front of Jun Wuyao, waiting for Jun Wuyao to take action.

Jun Wuyao slowly stretched out his hand, warm and hot big hand gradually approached Jun Wuxie's chest.

Jun Wuxie calmly waited for the moment when his soul left the body. In fact, she was not unfamiliar with such things. As early as when she merged with the little black cat in her previous life, she had already experienced what it would be like to be peeled off from her body.

Seeing Jun Wuyao's palm close at hand, the discomfort in his memory made Jun Wuxie subconsciously close his eyes and wait for the moment when his soul leaves the body.

But……

The expected pain did not appear, nor did he feel the abnormality of the soul leaving the body. The gradually rising warmth in his chest made Jun Wuxie open his eyes.

A big hand was pressing against her slightly raised chest.

"..." Jun Wuxie stared at the palm speechlessly. It had no intention of passing through his chest at all, but was greedily fitting his softness. Jun Wuxie raised his head and looked at Jun Wuyao.

There was a malicious smile on the corner of Jun Wuyao's mouth. His body leaned forward slightly, and he half-squinted his eyes and looked at Jun Wuxie:

"Little Xie'er has grown up."

Just as Jun Wuxie was thinking about whether to slap the inappropriate claw...

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Chapter completed!