So she opened her mouth and laughed, though she knew that she must be ugly at the moment.
She shook her hands, and finally took the box of lipstick, which was made of unknown material. She began to worship slowly, "thank you very much, girl."
But the woman has tired pull collar, eyes such as silk eyes rolled out a crystal clear tears, impatiently waved to her, turned around for a moment, leaving a sentence, "do what you want."
"Yes --"
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a beautiful woman in a shabby and thick dress sat in front of the dressing mirror, the faint and beautiful shadow reflected in the Yellow bronze mirror, eyebrows like kingfisher and muscles like snow. The eyes are full of autumn water, the eyes are beautiful, the lips are small, and the bridge of the nose is cocky.
She was biting her lips and staring at the woman in the mirror without blinking. Her long black hair was soft and shiny under the candlelight. In the afterglow, the only box of rouge was placed in front of the mirror. The beautiful woman on the top was disappearing. She couldn't believe reaching out to caress, and then froze again.
This is not my own hand -
the hands are glittering and white under the candlelight, the slender fingertips are a little light powder, soft and moist, beautiful as if carved jade.
She shivered and rose, a little slowly, to remove her long, coarse cloth dress, which could not help rubbing her skin.
The dress fell slowly to the ground.
The skin is like curd, the collar is like a white wine, the teeth are like a bottle gourd, and the head is like a moth's eyebrow.
The whole body is like a piece of good warm jade under the candlelight. It's too slim to hold it. The curve of the body is the same as that of the woman she saw, and it's not obsessed by the face.
Is this her?
The lower lip was bitten and bleeding. The pain relieved her mind.
Looking at the rouge on the woman disappeared completely, become the appearance in the mirror, she slowly bent her lips, smiled.
The tearful look in the smile was very touching.
This is her -
beauty. What expressions and actions are really beautiful.
Isn't it?
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it's dawn, but outside the window, there is a light rain. There is a small puddle of water on the bluestone board under the gray tile, which makes a circle of ripples by the falling water.
In the window, the candles on the desk were finally burnt out, and the strong smell of candles was wafting in the house. She stared at the woman in the mirror, and sat for a whole night, interrupted by the sound of crows breaking the dawn.
After returning to God, I found that there was nothing on the table. There was a set of expensive clothes and dresses, and a hundred liang of silver.
Her eyes twinkled and she looked across the flower window at the closed window opposite.
The light rain hit the banana tree outside the window, and the green leaves became more and more moving.
She knew that the landlady didn't like to leave. When she left, she just knelt down to her door and kowtowed three times. Wearing that long water sleeved, smoke and purple skirt, she embarked on a completely circuitous road with the first half of her life.
The door of rouge shop closed automatically behind her. She knew that when she went there would be no turning back.
In the moment of turning around and leaving, her eyes flashed lightly. The flower windows facing the street in the attic seemed to show a little water green.
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"Alas, another one has gone..."
The eyes of the woman are drooping, and the long and clear eyelashes cover the shining water eyes. She props up her cheeks with one hand and leans against the window. The water green wide sleeve slides to the elbow with the action, revealing a section of white lotus arm.
This man, of course, has been in the world for nearly three hundred years.
She didn't know where she had made a mistake. She landed in Qingqiu, which was three hundred years before the beginning of the plot. It was the place where the fox fairy lived.
This is a chaotic world of immortals and demons. There are demons, demons, immortals and people.