Chapter 11: What's Beautiful

When the bag was in his hand, Shen Tangxin's movements stopped, with no confidence in his eyes, he used to sneak out of the window when he was in trouble, or he would take a bath here when he was tutoring here, and he usually forgot to bring a change of clothes into the bathroom, and every time he opened the door and stretched out his hand, he would get her change of clothes prepared by Brother Yan. Once a habit is formed, it is difficult to change.

Looking at the white and lush, with a little water droplets, the curvature of Tang Moyan's mouth increased, and the doting in his eyes could not be concealed, it was still the silly and frizzy little girl.

Shen Tangxin no longer gave himself a chance to shake his head, quickly finished dressing, and came out of the bathroom.

There are no more heavy pastels on his face, a fair and beautiful little face with a bit of cold arrogance, and his facial features are delicate like a doll. Yu Guang saw Tang Moyan standing at the door of the bathroom, directly treated it as an air treatment, and staggered towards the dresser.

It is also a white skirt, with a light gauze texture, with white skin that is better than snow, light and graceful, like a fairy who has fallen into the mortal dust.

Shen Tangxin sat in front of the dresser, subconsciously wanted to reach for the skin care products, thinking that he was a fool now, and the action of painting his face was changed to continue to circle around. Mindlessly, he paid attention to the person behind him.

Looking at the hair that was still dripping with water, Tang Moyan almost subconsciously got up and walked into the bathroom and took out a hair dryer.

The warm wind blew on his head, and Shen Tang's heart was in a trance, "If you don't dry it, you'll catch a cold." "My brother is most comfortable blowing his hair." The conversation between the two people in the past is still surround in my ears. What's he doing? Leaving her ruthlessly behind back then, shouldn't she fall into the well even more now!

The soft hair in his hands is much longer than two years ago, and the appearance of sitting here obediently cooperating is the same as before, Tang Moyan's movements on his hands are becoming more and more gentle, and he wants to blow it all the time.

No matter how much you wish, there will always be a time for your hair to dry. took the hairband next to him, and combed a ponytail on the back of his head very skillfully, revealing Shen Tangxin's full and smooth forehead.

The little girl in the mirror is more mature than two years ago, more and more charming and moving, and there is a little more woman's taste in the youth.

Shen Tangxin looked at the dresser awkwardly, don't look at me like this, if you want to be ridiculed, hurry up, I don't have such good patience.

After half a minute, I didn't hear Tang Moyan's words, even if I didn't look up, I could feel the light of my eyes falling on my body, take a look, what's so beautiful, Shen Xintang took an eyebrow pencil, opened it and was about to draw it on his face.

Tang Moyan took a quick step to hold her hand......

The warm big hand completely wrapped her hand, Shen Tangxin's whole heart was instantly raised, and he almost subconsciously withdrew his hand, and then found that his reaction was too strong, staring at her bright and shining eyes, with displeasure in her eyes, "My." A posture of "he wants to grab a pen".

Tang Moyan hesitated for a moment, not deliberately pulling her, but watching her subconsciously react to drawing her face. His empty hands seem to be as soft as they were just now. Facing the pair of vigilant eyes, he sighed imperceptibly, "I don't want your pen, this can't be melted on the face, you can use this, this is painted on the face." "I patiently took the skin care lotion next to me.

"Paint your face?" Shen Tangxin blinked his ignorant and confused eyes twice, took the bottle, and pretended not to understand and looked for the mouth of the bottle.

"I'll help you." The low and sexy voice, with endless tenderness, and the slender fingers are distinctly jointed, beautiful like exquisite works of art.