The thick affection in the air is flowing, like sugar scattered, you can feel the honey without smelling it, sweet to the bottom of your heart, it is still spreading, touching the strings of your heart, like jumping happily, playing a moving song.
melody……
She blinked blankly, trying to blink back the water drops that were about to overflow.
If you have a husband like this? What else do you want in this life?
At this time, Xiao Rong came in with a strange smile and brought a basin of hot water for Su'er to wash up.
The two of them calmed down a bit.[
When there were only two people left in the dormitory, he carried her to the dressing table before she even got up.
With a smile, he said that he wanted to dress her up. He picked up a mahogany comb with his slender jade fingers, and ran his fingers through her soft black hair, combing it carefully. Since the bandage on her head was still untied, there was nothing she could do.
Combing his hair into a bun, but...sooner or later he will learn it too.
He told himself not to rush, not to rush...
After combing, he picked up the eyebrow pencil on the dressing table and played with it lightly.
She chuckled sweetly and asked, "Why are you so interested all of a sudden?"
Murong Jing was slightly embarrassed, his eyes flashed, and he said in a low voice: "Well, getting up in the morning and painting the eyebrows of your beloved wife... is what a husband should do." With a slight smile, his eyes were shining, not yet.
When I do it, I am quite looking forward to it and eager to try it.
A certain girl's phoenix eyes flashed, and she smiled lightly and said, "You're not being honest anymore."
"Haha, okay, when I woke up, I suddenly thought of an allusion, Zhang Wei's thrush. It is said that his thrush on the lady's eyebrows is very beautiful. I wonder if my painting will be more beautiful than him?" He said it on a whim.
Just because he thought of this, he decided to do the same thing every day in the future.
"Zhang Wei Huamei? Tell me." She seemed to have heard of it.
"Yes, there used to be an official named Zhang Wei. He would draw eyebrows for his wife every morning when he got up, but some officials couldn't stand it, so they copied him in front of the emperor. As a result, when the emperor asked, he only replied
One sentence: There is nothing better than the joy of the boudoir..."
"Haha! The emperor has three palaces and six courtyards, why do you have the nerve to punish others? By the way, you have also been an emperor, and there are many women. Have you tried it before?" She raised her eyebrows lightly and asked him with her cheek raised.
Murong Jing's hands trembled. Was she deliberately looking for trouble? She quickly clarified: "Ahem, I've never done it."
"I think so!" Looking at herself in the mirror, she felt that she was looking for trouble. However, his embarrassment was very interesting.
"Okay, I admit I only combed one fool's hair."
"Who??" Have you really tried it? It feels sour when I ask. Just now I said I have never done it...
Murong Jing suddenly smiled and said softly: "Isn't that what I'm doing?"