The black elf sat on a stool, his crimson eyes staring at himself in the mirror, the corners of his lips twitching.

Turning his head, he glanced at the eyes that seemed to be a little bright, and seemed very happy to be able to touch her hair.

It's just a lot of fun, I don't know what the hell is fun about.

Could it be that he still thinks it looks good?

Qinghui looked at himself in the mirror suspiciously.

But it's also true.

This face looks good, with a high-level sense of coldness, even if it is a mess of grass, it feels beautiful that can't be covered.

At this moment, the black elf's posture was a little lazy and decadent, and the black hair was tied by a light golden headband, tied a little messy, and the broken hair fell on the ears and cheeks.

But there's still a messy aesthetic.

Qinghui persuaded himself in his heart that he really felt that his temper was getting better and better.

looked at the appearance of the monsoon rain, but he didn't remove his hair, but turned his head sideways, looked at the black hair when the monsoon rain, and hooked the corners of his lips.

With a little devil-like smile, he hooked his hand at him, "Come here." ”

The elves are already good-looking, and such a smile is even more overwhelming.

The two little white tiger teeth were exposed outside his lips.

It is even more with an indescribable sense of cunning.

During the monsoon rain, he didn't think much about it at all, and directly raised his feet to get closer to Qinghui.

Then he was dragged by Qinghui, pressed to his side, and reached out to grab his hair.

During the monsoon rain, my body stiffened, and I don't know what I thought.

Instinctively with a little dodge.

Then I felt Qinghui's fascinating aura approaching in an instant, as well as the cold temperature on her body, "Etiquette is still exchanged." ”

During the monsoon rains, the body unconsciously relaxes.

Wait until Qinghui lets go.

Ji Yushi raised his eyes and glanced at himself in the mirror, was silent for a moment, and the corners of his lips twitched slightly.

Scold.

Who is this little princess with a mess of grass on her head?

And the servant who gave a gorgeous little dress to the monsoon rain entered the door, and was stunned for a moment when he saw this scene, and almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

But with his professional quality, he finally put down the things and retreated in an orderly manner.

Qinghui doesn't need to change clothes, even if he does, as a dark elf, the king of darkness, he only needs to use a little spiritual power.

But you still have to change your clothes during the monsoon, and the scalp is a little numb when you look at the monsoon rain, which is a little cumbersome.

Finally, when it rained under a weed, he put on a light golden dress, and his face was simply put on some lip oil.

Pink lips look beautiful and moist, pink.

The only fly in the ointment is the 'weed' on the head.

Originally, the hairstyle should have been done after wearing a skirt and makeup.

But because this was Qinghui's hairstyle, others didn't dare to remove it.

So in the end, after some tossing, the hairstyle became even more messy.

Like a little madman.

At this moment, the little madman looked at her obediently with bright eyes, pulling her black skirt and looking up at her.

Qinghui: ......

Forget it, it's a bit spicy to the eyes.

Finally, he pushed the person back and asked him to re-tie his hair.

A few servants were relieved.

And when it rains in the monsoon, he looked sideways slightly, and his eyes fell on Qinghui's beautiful side face, and he blinked his eyes.

After seeing that Qinghui had no intention of getting the hairband he tied for her down, Ji Yushi pursed the corners of his lips.

My heart was slightly swollen and a little warm.