The Idol Dresses up as a Beautiful Girl and Goes Crazy with the Lingxi Pendant

When he regained consciousness again, Ling Yao felt a splitting headache, as if someone had hit him hard with a blunt object. The nostrils were filled with an unfamiliar aroma. It was not the aroma commonly used behind the stage, but the smell of some kind of herbal medicine mixed with floral fragrance, which was light but extremely refreshing. He wanted to raise his hand to rub his temples, but found that his arm was as heavy as lead, and what his fingertips touched was not the familiar fabric of the costume, but soft silk, as smooth as water flowing over his skin.