Chapter 170: Painting
The young man's chest is extremely clear and extremely warm, is it a drunk deeper than water, or a sin deeper than water?
The young man's jaw is extremely flawless, extremely bewitching, and he is the best carver in the world, and it is incomparably exquisite. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info
I refused, refused, but carelessly, I was stupid, and he was overly beautiful in his eyes.
"Autumn confusion, what are you looking at?"
The boy was at this moment, his fingertips hooked my jaw, and in the light of his eyes, there was a deep pampering, a deep love.
"Didn't see anything."
I looked down and didn't want to look any more.
Jinnan night, do you catch me? I can stand you, huh.
But, Jin Nanye, why are you so good-looking, hateful.
No, my guard is better-looking, more hateful, huh.
I was dodging, but the boy wouldn't let me dodge.
The young man's fingertips were softly held to my ears, forcing me and him to look at me softly. The young man's eyes looked at my panic deeply into the deepest part of my heart: "Qiu Confusion, you are looking at me, aren't you?" ”
"It's not."
My lies, I tell them very well. However, my eyelashes kept shaking.
Jin Nanye couldn't help but laugh, his fingertips curling my eyelashes softly. His smile was extremely clear, but it was bewitching and hateful: "When you lie, you like to do it the most, but when you lie, it's still so beautiful, what should I do?" ”
"Hmph, what about the life painting realm? Where? ”
I feigned annoyance and diverted from him.
Jin Nanye, how do you let me answer this sentence?
"Look."
The young man's voice, soft and mellow, with the fragrance of drunkenness to the extreme, extremely light, extremely favored, but I was deeply left behind.
In front of me, the picture slowly emerged, and I couldn't help but marvel: the clear and traceless palace, everywhere, there are gorgeous and exquisite mirrors.
The mirror surface is clear, clear, refractive, mid-air, scorching blooming, faint brocade. On the mirror, it is mellow and moist, soft and light.
In the mirror, there are countless of them, the faces of me and Jin Nanye.
Legend has it that in the world of painting, there are countless mirrors.
Legend has it that the painting realm of life is the deepest and most flawless painting.
However, in front of me, the most central mirror suddenly disappeared completely. In the intricate and uneven, transformed and mottled light, what blooms is a scorching and wonderful table.
On the table, the overlapping delicate brushes made me look at it at all.
"Qiu Chao, you sit."
In my stunned state, Jin Nan sat down beside me at night.
But, Jinnan night, you sit on a stool, where do I sit?
"Jinnan night, what are you doing!"
Before I could exclaim, the young man jumped and wrapped me deep in his arms, and his beautiful lips approached my eyebrows ambiguously: "You sit on my lap." ”
"No, I don't sit, I stand."
I was awkward, resisting his movements.
"No, you're going to have to sit on my lap."
The young man's hand wrapped my waist tighter. The boy's fingertips were soft against my jaw, and his smile was clearer, but worse.
"Jinnan night, you!"
Suddenly, I didn't know what to say.
The young man's fingertips, on my neck, were ambiguously and viciously kneaded, playing with them as much as they could, and lingering as much as they could: "Qiu Confusion, I just did this, what can you do?" ”
"What the hell do you want to do?"
I slapped his hand hard, but he wouldn't hide.
I resisted harder, but the boy went deeper, imprisoning me in his chest. The young man's fingertips softly held my palm: "Qiu Yu, I'll paint your face for you, okay?" ”
"How do you draw?"
I stared at him, not knowing what to do.
However, in front of me, the brush is not very much?
Jinnan night, I blame you for being so good-looking, so I have long forgotten that there is such a thing as a paintbrush, hum.
I puffed out my lips and looked at the brush, extremely disdainful.
Jin Nanye couldn't help laughing, his fingertips slid softly on my lips, kneaded ambiguously, and pampered repeatedly: "Qiu Chao, just look at it." ”
Jin Nanye's fingertips, gently gripping my fingertips, ring fingers slowly raised, moist and clear moisturizer, delicately, gently applied on my face.
Jin Nanye held my palm, touched the foundation lightly with his left hand, and the foundation brush in his right hand gently brushed the foundation liquid for me, his flawless hand, tireless, extremely meticulous, and extremely affectionate.
Jin Nanye held my right hand, slowly took the foundation brush, took the light fleece in front of me, and pressed it lightly on my cheeks, very seriously and very attentively.
Jin Nanye's fingertips, hold my fingertips, gently pick up the dry puff with my left hand, stick the moderately moist powder, fold and knead in half, and the tip of the right finger, bounce off the excess powder, and gently press it on my skin.
As a teenager, I held my right hand, and the delicate velvet brush in my hand was very careful to brush away the excess powder on my skin.
Jin Nanye's fingertips, gripping my fingertips. With my ring finger thinly attached to the base of my eyelashes, I applied the eyeliner to the corners of my eye, slowly and in sections, from the end of the eye.
The boy took my hand, and the eyeliner cream in his left hand was gently gliding over my outer eyeliner, extremely delicate, and extremely careful. The eyeliner brush in the right hand gently glides from the corner of the eye to the end of the eye, carefully pushing the eyeliner away.
Jin Nanye's hand rubbed against my hand softly. The medium-sized eyeshadow brush in my left hand takes a white soft glow and slides softly from the inner corner of the eye to the outer corner of the eye, covering a large area of my entire upper eyelid.
With a small eyeshadow brush in my right hand, I patiently applied my eyeliner over and over again, tracing it all the time.
I looked at me and Jin Nanye in the mirror and marveled again.
Jin Nanye held my hand deeply, but the young man grasped the transition of the level very well.
Jin Nanye held the fingertips of my palm, warmer and clearer.
The eyelash curler in my left hand gently slid from the outermost part, to the middle, and finally to the root, in sections, very patiently, gently and gently for me.
The mascara in my right hand, in the "Z" shape, is very delicate, portraying my eyelashes.
Jin Nanye's fingertips clenched my fingertips even more.
In the left hand, the delicate black eyeliner, very delicately, outlines for me, my eyebrows.
The small eyeshadow brush in my right hand glides gently over my eyeliner. What Jin Nanye portrayed for me, the depth of the eyeliner, the control, made me admire.
Especially, at the end of the eye, the boy painted me deeply.
The boy drew it very seriously and was extremely satisfied.
Jin Nanye gently held my right hand and painted the white eyeshadow on my eyes very gently.
Finally, the boy took my left hand and applied the clear lipstick to my lips very gently and very carefully.
In the clear and radiant mirror, there are countless of them, me and Jinnan night.
It is innumerable, gentle for me, portraying my appearance, me and Jinnan night. (To be continued.) )