Horse Girl, Your Friend is Fighting Her Way Out of the Horse Racing Track

Lingzuan Qibao smiled, her eyes crinkling.

"Let's change into our drinks quickly too~ We need to get ready to leave~"

Poetry and Wine nodded, picked up his purple yukata, and went into the changing room.

The door closed, and the sounds outside faded into the distance.

Poetry and Wine stood in front of the mirror, looking at the yukata in their hands.

The dark purple fabric was very soft and felt cool to the touch.

It has a faint wavy pattern printed on it.

She didn't think much when she chose this one.

I just think...this color is beautiful.

Poetry and Wine took a deep breath and began to take off their clothes.

The movements were slow, and the fingers were somewhat stiff.

I don't know if it's because of nervousness or because my body is still aching slightly.

The black-haired girl folded her original clothes and put them aside, then picked up the yukata.

She suddenly froze.

I don't know what to wear.

She had never worn a yukata before.

She tried putting on the yukata, but something just didn't feel right.

Should the left side be on top of the right? Or should the right side be on top of the left?

How should I tie the belt? Where should I tie it?

The fingers of poetry and wine weave through the fabric, their movements clumsy and slow.

She pulled the left side of her dress over the right side.

Then I felt something was wrong, so I took it apart again and replaced the right side with the left.

Still not right.

Looking at her messy reflection in the mirror, she suddenly felt a little irritated.

His fingers clenched tightly around his clothes, his knuckles turning white.

It's just a yukata.

Why can't you even do this little thing right?

"A little wine~"

A voice from Lingzuan Qibao came from outside the door, tinged with a hint of doubt.

"Are you done yet? Why did it take so long?"

The poet paused for a moment, his hands still holding the wine.

"……not yet."

The black horse's voice was somewhat hoarse.

"Wait a moment."

"Huh? Doesn't Xiao Jiu know how to dress?"

The voice outside the door sounded very surprised.

"Do you want me to come in and help you?"

"Need not."

Poetry and wine were immediately rejected.

"I'll do it myself."

"Okay~ Take your time with the wine, I'll wait for you outside~"

The footsteps gradually faded into the distance.

Poetry and wine breathed a sigh of relief.

She looked in the mirror again, then closed her eyes, trying to recall what Lingzuan Qibao looked like in her bathrobe.

Left side... press down on right side.

Yes, it's the left side pressing down on the right.

She opened her eyes and started anew.

This time, the movements were even slower, and every step was taken with great care.

She first draped the yukata over her shoulders, then pulled the right side of the garment down to her left hip.

Then cover the left side of the garment with it.

Hmm...that seems right.

Then comes the belt.

Poetry and Wine picked up a belt of the same color and wrapped it around their waist.

But she didn't know how many times to wrap it around or how to tie a knot.

She tried to tie a knot, but it was too loose and came undone with the slightest movement.

They hit her again, this time it was too tight, making it hard for her to breathe.

She untied it and started over, her fingers trembling slightly.

I don't know if it was because of nervousness or something else.

Time passed by, second by second.

The dressing room was very quiet, with only the sound of fabric rubbing and her soft breathing.

Poetry and Wine looked at themselves in the mirror, their movements becoming slower and slower.

She realized she seemed to be...procrastinating?

and many more.

what am i doing?

They were delaying the time it took to put on their yukatas.

Delaying the time it takes to leave through this door.

Delaying... the arrival of the final moment.

The black-haired girl's fingers remained on her belt, motionless for a long time.

The person in the mirror looks very unfamiliar.

His face was pale, his lips were bloodless, and his black eyes were like a stagnant pool.

The deep purple yukata made her look even thinner.

Is this what she looked like in the end?

Wearing a yukata, I went to watch a fireworks display.

then……

Poetry and wine—I close my eyes, I don't want to see anymore.

Her fingers tightened around her belt, then loosened.

Tighten, loosen.

Over and over again.

It's like they're making a major decision.

"Little Jiu~ Are you really okay?"

The voice of the horse-like woman with the ruff came from outside the door again, this time with obvious worry.

"Should I go in and take a look?"

"Need not."

Poetry and wine opened their eyes and took a deep breath.

"I'm ready."

She quickly tied a knot in her belt behind her back.

I don't know if it's right or wrong, but at least it didn't fall apart.

Then she looked in the mirror and straightened her clothes with her hands.

It's still a bit crooked, but it's much better than before.

The black-haired girl looked at herself in the mirror and suddenly laughed.

what…

Really.

Isn't that a bit dramatic...?

Anyway, nobody cares whether I'm dressed well or not...

Tonight, everyone's attention will be on the fireworks.

I…

All you need to do is quietly disappear after the fireworks end.

Poetry and Wine reached out, pushed open the door, and went outside.

Lingzuan Qibao was sitting by the bed waiting for her. When she saw her come out, she immediately stood up and her eyes lit up.

"Wow--"

She ran over and circled around the poetry and wine, her light green eyes full of surprise.

"Xiao Jiu looks so good in a yukata!"

"Yeah."

Poetry and wine looked down at themselves.

"This is my first time wearing it, I'm not very good at it."

"Huh? First time?"

Diamond Treasure tilted its head, somewhat surprised.

"That little wine is already dressed very well~"

She moved closer and reached out to straighten Shi Yujiu's askew clothes.

"It's a little crooked here, let me fix it for you."

Her fingers gently caressed the chest of poetry and wine, her movements tender.

"Okay~"

Diamond Treasure stepped back and nodded in satisfaction.

"Perfect~"

Poetry and Wine looked at her smiling face and remained silent for a few seconds.

Then whisper:

"Thank you."

The blue and white figure being pursued is called Miracle: Chapter 132 Entering the Celebration (Third Update, Seeking Votes)

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