Wen Heng held an eyebrow pencil in his hand, leaned down, and carefully traced Mu Wensi's curved eyebrows.
Finally, add a delicate red plum between the eyebrows. That dazzling red color made Wen Si's skin look even more like cream. The corners of her narrow eyes were slightly raised, with a light pink tint. They were pure but inadvertently charming, seductive without even realizing it.
She couldn't wait to pick up the mirror, looked at it carefully, and couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.
The next moment, the man's strong fingers lifted his chin and kissed her irresistibly.
Like kissing the petals of a flower, light yet inevitable.
Wen Si looked up at him inexplicably, but saw the man's gentle and strange eyes, staring at her quietly.
She didn't know that at that moment, her eyes were filled with red lips, white teeth, and vast stars.
Intention: A broad agreement between life and death, talk to the son, hold the hand of the son, and grow old together with the son
