He reached out and touched the mask of the person in the box. It was a very delicate face. The skin was as delicate and smooth as jade dew. If you look closely, you can see that even the pores and hairs were very clear. If you hadn't reached out and touched it, this mask would have been so delicate.
It was slightly viscous, and there were no capillaries or cell tissue particles in it. It was as smooth and smooth as a mirror. She really thought that he was a pervert and dug it out of the face of some beautiful girl.
From the sighing expression on her face and the delicate movements when touching her, he knew she liked it.
"Take it with you and get used to it. It may be a little sticky. After all, if you put a layer of skin on your face, it won't taste that good."
She nodded, rarely obedient, and put on this fake face, which unexpectedly fit her face very well. As for the feeling, it was just like a facial mask.
The first time she put it on, she was still a bit inexperienced. After looking at the mirror for a long time, she always felt that the patch on her chin was too fake, as if the skin was peeling off.
He chuckled lightly, walked over, held her face in his hands, and looked at it carefully. The thumb pads of both hands began to press the edge of the mask, and moved it down little by little. Shaoqing nodded with satisfaction.
"alright."
Looking for the mirror again, it is indeed perfect. The woman in the mirror has red lips and white teeth, a tall nose, small and exquisite facial features, and skin like gelatin, which can be broken by blowing. Under the warm sunshine at dusk, on the beautiful skin, there are still
You can see a layer of fine fluff, as soft as velvet.
It's so amazing, just breathtaking.
She admired herself in the mirror, unaware that at some point, he had taken off his mask. When she turned back to ask him where he got this thing, under the bright halo of clouds, a figure who looked like an immortal was revealed.
The handsome man stood at the window, with an extraordinary handsome profile and fair and refreshing skin, which was quite different from the bronze skin on his body.
His appearance was somewhat beyond her expectation. She had never thought that the feared Demon Lord actually had the face of a scholar.
Delicate and fair-skinned, when she puts on scholar's clothes, she looks like a handsome scholar with a peach-like face.
"Are you fascinated by my face?"
Handsome and handsome, handsome and stinking beautiful.
She withdrew her gaze and sneered: "Of the men I've seen, there are many who are better-looking than you."
"For example, Beichen Yixuan?"
"There is a bit of ruffianism in his evil charm. His handsome face is noble and a bit wild, especially those sexy thin lips. If you kiss him, the taste will definitely not be bad. He is a first-rate handsome man."
The slender figure at the window came over, stood one meter away from her, and said jokingly: "So, you have never kissed him, but you want to try?"
"No!" Her answer was simple.
He raised his lips and smiled, but heard her continue: "Since you gave me this mask, I can also tell you a secret. I once loved someone, and that person had exactly the same face as Beichen Yixuan."
His dark eyes were clearly gleaming.
But when she looked at her, her normal expression had returned and she said, "Is there anyone in the world who looks exactly like Beichen Yixuan?"
She smiled: "Maybe not."
"Then what do you mean?"
"That person appeared in a dream!" What happened in the past life is just a dream for her now. Chang Zirong is the person in the dream, Han Qing is the person in the dream, and her parents are the dream.
The people inside, the teacher were also people in the dream, because she could never find them again, even half a trace of them.
"You fell in love with a man in your dream, but that man looked exactly like Beichen Yixuan. Is that what you meant?"
She didn't comment, just smiled lightly.
His eyebrows fell tightly on her face, as if he was searching for something. Shaoqing then asked again: "Beichen Yixuan is a first-class handsome man, but the most beautiful man recognized by the world must be from Nangong Kingdom."
You should have seen Nangong Lie."
She raised her eyebrows: "You want to talk to me about beautiful men?"
"I just want to know who can be ranked ahead of me with this face."
"You are a demon king, but you still care about your appearance?"
"Why not? This is a picture I drew myself. It took several days to make the face. If you can't be ranked first in the world, how can you be ranked second in the world?"
so……
She was surprised: "Is this fake?"
"Do you think that I will look so feminine? How can such a pretty face be worthy of me?"
"Oh, you are a narcissistic person, but if your face is more feminine, Nangong Lie is first, and you are second. If you walk around the street, any woman will probably be attracted by you.
I'm so fascinated, let's go down the mountain, it shouldn't be as simple as sightseeing."
"Very smart."
"It would be too ostentatious to travel around with two faces like this."
A handsome man, so handsome that everyone in life will be angry.
A beautiful woman, so beautiful that the country and the city will be captivated.
If they were just going down the mountain to play, these two faces would probably attract a bunch of men, women, and children to chase after them.
"I never like to tell others in advance when I do things. Tomorrow, you will naturally know what we are going to do down the mountain, but tonight, haha!"
His eyes suddenly became ambiguous, and the smile on his lips was also evil.
Such an expression appears on the face of a polite, white-faced scholar, as awkward as it is. In an instant, he looks like a legendary beast in disguise, which makes people feel contemptuous.
"No need to talk!"
Even if you don't know what he is going to say, no matter what he is going to say, there is no need to talk about it.
There was a somewhat hurt look in his eyes, which made this white-faced scholar's face look a bit pitiful.
"When will you be willing to obey me? Or I would like to ask, when will you be able to forget Beichen Mofeng?"
Her eyes suddenly turned cold. A moment ago, she still had a lazy and playful expression. At this moment, her entire face, even with a mask, could not hide the coldness and chill.
"I told you that you are not allowed to mention him in front of me in the future."
Her tone was very bad, but he didn't take it seriously and continued to provoke: "Why can't you mention it? Since you are someone who plans to forget it, why not mention it? Is it because you still have him in your heart?"
"Demon Lord!" she shouted coldly, "If you think it's fun, then just go and play by yourself."
She was really angry when she pulled her face off.
What she was angry about was not him, but herself.
Why does my heart still feel a dull pain when I hear the name Beichen Mofeng? His words "Why do you compare with her?" will keep coming back to my ears like a magic voice.
Over the past month, she thought she had completely forgotten him, but then she realized that this was not forgetting, but just not remembering.
She lost her temper, but he knew better and stopped talking.
The atmosphere is weird and cold.
——Digression——
There will be more updates tonight. Thank you for your gold medal support. I owe you a lot of gold medal updates. Haha, I will try my best to update a little tonight.