Carrying her to the table, he placed her on the rose stool and asked her to do it.

Chu Xian opened the makeup dowry, propped up the mirror, and then took out the comb from the small drawer at the bottom of the makeup dowry and handed it to him.

The young man's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, but he still took it after a while.

That's it, Ming'er is her birthday, after all, it is the concubine Fujin who Huang Ama personally pointed out to him, since she took the initiative to bring it up, he can't directly save her face.

The youngest daughter's family is thin-skinned and ruthless, and she looks back and becomes angry, afraid that she doesn't know how to cry.

He helped her comb her hair, but he had never served anyone, and he was very rusty, and his movements were careful and clumsy.

Fortunately, her green silk is like silk, no need to force, no need to deliberate, easy to comb to the end.

It didn't take long for her to comb it up.

The little woman who sat obediently on the rose stool looked at him from the mirror and smiled softly, with a bit of the attitude of a little daughter's home.

She pulled out a red headband and tied her hair up, then went to wash.

He took off his comb and got up to put the painting away.

After a while, Chu Xian sat down in front of her face again, smeared a few gel creams on her face in turn, and then turned to look at him again.

He stepped up, pulled another rose stool and sat down beside her, and took the dolmen out of the makeup.

The left hand gently pinched her chin, and the right hand was raised, ready to give her a thrush.

Chu Xian was actually a little worried.

At first glance, the fourth master has never helped anyone draw his eyebrows, and his usual way of speaking and doing things is very straight.

Can he paint his eyebrows?

The boy next to him had already started drawing.

Unlike the action she imagined, the accident was very light and coherent. His expression was so focused that it made people's hearts beat faster.

Nearby, each other's breath enveloped each other, and the appearance of him helping her thrush was palpitating.

His focus on painting, the origin of her viewing.

After a moment, she was stunned.

After the boy finished drawing her eyebrows, he naturally changed Shi Dai to her left hand, and then used his left hand to help her draw the other side of her eyebrows.

The natural movements, as if there was no difference between the left and right hands for him.

In a short time, he finished drawing.

Chu Xian hurriedly went to look in the mirror.

Hiss...... Fourth master, he really hasn't helped anyone draw eyebrows before?

"Master, this is your first time painting?" She couldn't help but ask.

The young man put Shi Dai back, his face was still light: "What does Fu Jin mean by this?" ”

"I can draw so well for the first time, Xian'er admires it." Chu Xian felt that the fourth master should have never helped anyone draw before, but his movements were too natural and smooth, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like the first time, but it looks like he has practiced many times.

The young man's eyebrows frowned slightly, and he was a little puzzled: "Thrush, do you still use special learning and special practice?" ”

Forehead......

Don't you need to learn or practice?

"You haven't painted before, how can you draw so beautifully?" Chu Xian could touch her conscience and say that what the fourth master helped her draw was even better than what Mama Lan painted, almost the same as her, a makeup master from modern times.

His eyes are still very light, and even his voice is light: "You have painted such eyebrow shapes before, which is quite pleasing to the eye." ”

He didn't really remember it, but when he helped her draw it just now, he remembered that on her birthday last year, her eyebrows were very good-looking. Then I drew it for her compared to what she remembered.

After the young man finished speaking, he went out, Chu Xian held his cheeks and looked at his back, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl slightly.