Bao'er was wearing a fluffy down jacket, ignoring the biting cold wind, and left in a hurry.
After a while, Duan Changyu entered the bedroom wrapped in a chill.
Seeing that Chu Yunyao was applying makeup to herself with a small mirror, her slender white little finger swept over the orange-red rouge compressed into a cake shape, and her pinky stained with powder wiped her pale cheeks. The bloodless, white and creepy little face immediately regained its vitality and became alive, as if a withered plant gradually came to life and regained its life.
Duan Changyu was a little stunned when he saw it. This kind of bottle and can has such a great magic power. No wonder women like each other more than the other.
No wonder he usually gave Bao'er diorama mirrors and the like. Bao'er didn't take it seriously, but occasionally some makeup powder could make Bao'er smile.
Women are the ones who please themselves, as expected.
The woman was dressing, and Duan Changyu stood at the door, hesitating whether to enter or retreat.
Chu Yunyao glanced at the door, seeing him arrived, she applied some lip balm thinly on her pale lips, closed the bottle cap, and said in a low voice: "Come in."
Duan Changyu glanced behind him, saw that Bao'er hadn't come yet, so he went in bravely, and stood awkwardly and respectfully in front of Chu Yunyao: "Young Madam."
Chu Yunyao nodded her chin on the chair in front of her, "Sit."
Duan Changyu sat awkwardly in front of Chu Yunyao.
It was the first time that Duan Changyu was so close to the young lady, and Duan Changyu felt uncomfortable all over.
Chu Yunyao turned the diorama in front of her to face Duan Changyu, and raised her hand to wipe Duan Changyu's brows.
Duan Changyu was taken aback, jumped up from the chair in shock, stepped back again and again, with a look of fear and fear, and stammered: "Young, young, young lady, master, master is on the bed, although he is unconscious, but, but ,but......"
Chu Yunyao didn't understand why Duan Changyu's reaction was so strong, and asked in surprise, "What's wrong with you?"
Duan Changyu: "..."
Duan Changyu wanted to die already.
What does the young lady want to do?
She asked him to come over so late, and put on make-up, changed into new clothes, and dressed herself up beautifully, letting herself sit in front of her, but even in front of her master, she touched his face.
This, this, this... The more Duan Changyu thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, and he wished he could kill himself in front of Mo Lingyuan's bed, so as to keep his innocence.
Bao'er was carrying a lot of things and came in, happened to see this scene, and asked, "Changyu, what's wrong with you?"
Duan Changyu's handsome face was flushed red, the tips of his ears seemed to be stained with blood, his thin lips moved, he felt it was difficult to speak, and he lowered his head and dared not speak.
Bao'er put the things on the table next to Chu Yunyao, and breathed a sigh of relief, "I found all the things you might need, Miss, and these things should be enough."
Chu Yunyao flipped through it casually, "Enough is enough."
After finishing speaking, he raised his eyes to look at Duan Changyu, and pointed to the chair in front of him: "Mr. Duan, it's getting late, sit down quickly, I'm going to make a move."
Duan Changyu saw that Baoer was here, no longer alone except for the sleeping Mo Lingyuan, he became more courageous, sat on the chair designated by Chu Yunyao again, clenched his fists, and mustered up his courage Ask: "Young Madam, what exactly do you want to do?"
Chu Yunyao trimmed the eyebrows according to Mo Lingyuan's eyebrows with scissors. Afraid that Duan Changyu would make a fuss and dodge again, she simply held the eyebrows with one hand and grabbed his collar with the other, and said to Bao'er: "Hold him, don't allow him to move."
Duan Changyu: "..."