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How does Duan Xuting look at it, how he likes it, he feels that his hands are too dexterous, the first time he combs the little girl's hair, he can look so good, he secretly decides in his heart, after getting married, he wants to comb the little girl's hair and thrush every morning, paint rouge red lips, and dress the little girl beautifully, with picturesque eyebrows and eyes.

With both hands on the little girl's shoulders, she bent down, her chest was against the little girl's back, her head and the little girl's little head were leaning together, looking at the two people hugging each other in the mirror, how to look at it, how to like it.

The voice seemed to have a charm skill, and he seduced, "Ning Ning, pretty, I'll give you a thrush again." ”

"Well, that's good." It's a little naïve, she's eleven years old, but Brother Ting combs her in a bun for a little girl under the age of ten.

Fortunately, she only combed one bun, and she knew that half of her hair was scattered, and if she combed two buns, she would definitely have to remove it and comb it again.

Two buns, which were combed by a four- or five-year-old child.

After receiving Su Huaining's praise, Duan Xuting was so happy that the smile in his eyes was almost overflowing.

Su Huaining saw in the mirror that her heart was incomparably happy and sweet at this moment, it was the first time she had lived two lifetimes and been watered with such intense happiness.

The heart that made her happy was about to jump out of her chest.

Su Huaining opened the drawer, gave him the eyebrow pencil, and opened a box of Yuanshan Dai that Duan Xuting gave her and put it on the table, Duan Xuting squinted and smiled, picked up the pen, turned the chair, and the two faced each other.

"Ning Ning, don't move." Duan Xuting coaxed her, lifted her chin with two fingers, dipped Dai's eyebrow pencil on her already good crescent eyebrows, and gently drew it.

Then, Duan Xuting stopped writing.

For a long time, I didn't see him move.

Su Huaining felt that his gaze was too strong, and the scorching heat was about to burn her, and as soon as her eyelids lifted, she met his glowing eyes.

"Ning Ning, your eyebrows are so beautiful." It's beautiful if you don't paint, and painting it twice is just icing on the cake.

"Of course, I heard my great-grandmother say that my grandmother was the first beauty in the capital when she was young, and I followed my grandmother's beauty, especially this pair of eyebrows, and my great-grandmother said that she looked exactly the same as my grandmother." Su Huaining said with a smile.

Feeling that his gaze was too much, she took his hand and said, "Brother Ting, I'm hungry, I'll go cook." ”

Before Duan Xuting could react, the little girl got up and ran out as soon as she slipped away.

When Duan Xuting cleaned his hands and went to the yard, he saw that she was small, and when she was holding a large kitchen knife bigger than her head in her hand to cut vegetables, his heart was raised, for fear that if she didn't pay attention, she would cut off her little finger.

He hurriedly took a few steps forward, and stood beside her in fear, as long as she stabbed the wrong one, he was ready to save her little finger.

Fortunately, the little girl has a lot of strength, good knife skills, and a very stable chopping of vegetables, so that he has no chance to save the beauty as a hero.

Su Huaining put the cut potato slices on the plate, picked them up, turned around and saw his nervous expression, she said helplessly, "Brother Ting, you go to the second floor to practice swords for a while, the meal is ready, I will call you down to eat." ”

Just like him, he followed inch by inch, staring at it searingly, she would be nervous!

Duan Xuting was not at ease, with a solemn face, unmoved.

Su Huaining glared at him in annoyance and decided to ignore his existence.

When I got to the yard, I took down the kettle from the small stove and neatly added a few pieces of wood as long as a slap to the stove.