Beauty Makeup

Will you fall in love with someone because of their face? What's her name? It doesn't matter. She can be anyone. But he is her god, her everything. Because he saved her life, she gave him everything, body, appearance, identity, life, and even soul. She looked in the mirror and traced her face more than once, her eyes numb, and she didn't even remember her original appearance. She has a hundred faces and a thousand identities, but she doesn't have a name or a soul of her own. But when she discovered that all the love was just a false game. What he got was just a substitute for him to place his bored thoughts on. She suddenly hated her face and wanted to tear her appearance apart. Tearing this piece apart allowed her to be reborn, and at this moment, her Lingchi beauty was restored. She looked at his perfect face infatuatedly, her eyes lingering, not hiding the emotions in her heart at all, her red lips smelling of wine opened slightly, "Do you like me?" Shen Qinghuang frowned, his eyes turned cold, "You are drunk." "Do you like me?" Normally, if Shen Qinghuang was cold-faced, she would not dare to ask any more questions, but today, when she was drunk, she was like a runaway wild horse, running wild and recklessly. "Do you love me?" She put a hand on his face, her tone was sad and desperate. "Shen Qinghuang, do you love me?" She asked desperately, like a drowning person struggling to grasp the straw that could not save her life, her voice hoarse. "Shen Qinghuang, I love..." He moved up to his lips and swallowed the last word of her words. Tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes, like broken crystals. "Shen Qinghuang... Shen Qinghuang..." She stared at his face, smiled sadly, and read his name. "You..." Shen Qinghuang was about to say something when Yuyuan kissed her desperately. Over the years, when Shen Qinghuang and Yu Yuan were together, Shen Qinghuang always took the initiative, and Yu Yuan always suffered passively. But today, Yu Yuan seemed to be going crazy, kissing Shen Qinghuang vigorously, trying her best to arouse his passion, as if only in this way could she find a little bit of her love from Shen Qinghuang. How humble, how desolate. But the appearance of that person changed everything. She is no longer his submissive belonging. For the first time, he felt threatened, like a child whose toys had been taken away. Come back with me. His patience has reached its limit. You should at least hide your love for him in front of me. His tone was relaxed, but his eyes were filled with red-hot jealousy. Linfang Pavilion had a startling glance, and she left an indelible mark on his heart. Come with me and I will give you a place. Remember, you owe me your life. Those were the last words she said. Beauty's makeup, beauty's sorrow. Love is skin or disguise.