C117 I Am a Fat Sheep

Lou Zhiwei had changed into a man's outfit. Her hair was tied up in a bun and her eyebrows were drawn like swords. She was beautiful and supple, her beauty unconcealable. From a distance, there was no way to tell the difference.

After dressing up slightly, she slipped out with the white streak of light that was wearing the servant's clothes.

The two of them walked down the street