The flowers in the south of the city are waiting for you to return

Chapter 117

New clothes and new shoes are what every woman loves, so Jian Su is not pretentious, and brought them into the guest room where she lived before.

The door was closed, and the biggest box was opened. Inside was a pure white silk tube top dress of fine texture.Jian Su has fair skin and looks good in anything she wears, so she took off the whole thing and put on the little pink diamond-encrusted shoes she gave her to make her look like a graceful little woman.

Looking at the person in the mirror, Jian Su couldn't quite believe that it was him. A pair of warm hands covered Jian Su, and Jian Su was completely embraced by a man with a dry breath.

This... being hugged at such a time is too easy for people to fall, Jian Su hurriedly broke free.

The embrace was suddenly empty, Zuo Sheng's eyes darkened, and he kept covering his chest with his hands, why did he feel that a piece of him was suddenly empty.

"Hey! Zuo Sheng, what's wrong with you?" The man looked weird.

Staring desperately at the little woman in front of him, Zuo Sheng returned to his indifferent look that nothing happened.

"Sit over!"

Another command sentence.

She pursed her mouth, she was too lazy to argue with him.Obediently, she sat down in front of the dressing table, which he bought for her later. It has two mirrors, which can be used for sitting or standing to take a picture of the whole body. There are also many things placed there, and the layout is wonderful, she likes it very much.

Looking at the unconvinced little girl in the mirror, Zuo Sheng smiled in a good mood.

Jian Su was upset, he was so happy when he oppressed her?However, what happened next surprised Jian Su. The man picked up the comb and combed her [-] black hair to the end. One after another, the movements are extremely elegant, but also extremely sensual.Unexpectedly, these hands, which are as beautiful as a woman's, can not only write and type on the computer, but also comb the woman's hair.

Suppressing the beating heart in a certain part of the body, Jian Su remembered the ancients combing a woman's hair, which means that only when a man has a deep love for a woman and holds his hand and grows old together, can a man take care of a woman so carefully, Comb her hair, insert hairpins and eyebrows for her.

But... wake up!The man in front of me is not doing this for you. To put it bluntly, this body is yours now, and what you enjoy is not yours. It’s like an actor playing a concubine or a queen. No matter how good the play is, she can’t become a concubine or a queen. .

sky!It's fine if he doesn't want to do this, everyone lives in peace and we are strangers under the same roof, but how can he make her feel so uncomfortable when he teases her like this?
Diaphragm should be dead!
Regardless of her awkwardness, the man was still fiddling with her head. Feeling that the hair had been taken care of, Jian Su opened her eyes, tsk!This man is too versatile!I saw in the mirror that she was combing a beautiful bun-like hair style, surrounded by diamond hairpins, which matched her outfit very well. There was a strand of hair in the front that curled down naturally, a little woman Full of flavor.Sincerely, he is much better than the master in the hairdressing shop, and his level is close to that of a professional makeup artist.

After finishing her hair, the man didn't stop, but directly helped her make up, patted lotion, applied essence, moisturizing cream, liquid foundation, powder, blush, lipstick, eyebrows, my God!Layer by layer, the same, every step, the man is very familiar with the adjustment, Jian Su was dumbfounded, to be honest, the man's professional level really hurt her heart as a woman.

In this world for more than [-] years, she, a woman, does not know these steps of makeup, and has never done it, but the man in front of her seems to have practiced it hundreds of times.

(End of this chapter)