Baochai swallowed the words, blushed, lowered his head, with tears in his eyes, just messed with his clothes, that kind of soft pity and shyness, light pity and pity, it was indescribable.

Her face turned pale and gradually turned red, and her childlike eyes shot with surprise, but with a suspicious light, although she tried to avoid my sight, she seemed to fly through the window.

The flush on Miss Kim's face became more vivid, and it spread to her neck behind her, as if the breath of gentle and luscious flesh was coming out.

A blush rose on her face, her big eyes blinked, she swallowed deeply, she seemed to have calmed down, and smiled at me shyly.

Wanzhen blushed, lowered her head, and only lightly agreed, and suddenly her eyes shone with a strange light, smiled, raised her head, and glanced at him.

Levin blushed suddenly, not like an adult, slightly, he didn't feel it, but like a child, he felt that his shame was ridiculous, and he felt ashamed, and he blushed even more, almost to tears.

Miss Bao's face was red, and her big eyes seemed to be about to burst through her sockets.

Hong gradually blushed with shame, and after reading the newspaper, he blushed from the root of his ears, even his neck, and through his back, to his heels.

It was as if two pomegranate petals suddenly flew to her cheeks, and her cheeks turned red.

She looked a little shy, as if a late-blooming flower seemed to hide behind green leaves and did not dare to show her face.

The three fairy aunts have never blushed for half their lives, but they will not be able to hold their breath, and hot sweat is flowing on their faces.

In the first moment, the Commissioner's face turned white due to the feeling of special embarrassment, and now his face, ears, and neck have turned red.

My face was hot, like a fireball, but fortunately the sun was out, and the sun covered my shame.

After a while, it seemed that the blood in her whole body was concentrated on her face, which was hot and spicy, as if she was going to be hot when she touched it.

He didn't answer stiffly, his face swelled like a Guan Gong, and he visited for a long time.

Suddenly, a feeling of shame invaded her for no apparent reason, and she retreated in her chair, blushing, and slowly drooping her long eyelashes, as if she was fighting against sleep.

None of us looked at each other, our bodies barely touched at all, our postures were not very light, and with a shy expression on our faces, we danced around the hall, and after a song, we quickly separated as if water and fire were incompatible.

The ashamed soul rampaged through the narrow space between the temples and temples, as if with a monastic hatred about tearing apart its own shell.

Although the eye contact between the two was only for a very short moment, Fu Da only felt that his brain was dizzy, his body was crisp, and he felt like he was drunk.

Her cheeks burned with a vivid flush, her eyebrows faded, her eyes lowered, and her long eyelashes moved slightly.

When he saw me sitting down next to him, he immediately panicked, as if a time bomb had been planted beside him, cramped and uneasy, it was not good to turn his face, he couldn't do it if he didn't fall over, and he was embarrassed to stand up.

The singer's face was flushed, and she suddenly covered her face with two palms.

She lowered her head, and her smooth and smiling face suddenly suppressed her smile, showing a little inexplicable restraint, and then, her cheeks turned red.

The flush on her face deepened.

A kind of restraint, a kind of discomfort, a vague fear seems to make both the man and the woman mute.

He felt intolerably humiliated and his face was hot.

Most of the audience laughed, a few opened their mouths in horror, a few teachers frowned, and the girl who recorded the record blushed and stopped writing, as if listening to the last sentence of Hongji, and the virgin's ears had lost her virginity in public.