It was not impossible for him to hide the hurt on his face, but he wanted her to deeply understand that it was a stupid thing to anger him.
Finally, Qiao Xiao timidly raised her head slowly. When she saw that Li Lun really didn't want to scratch her face in revenge, she breathed a sigh of relief. Her beautiful eyes began to look carefully at the injury on Li Lun's left face.
There was a little blood from a small scratch scratched by a fingernail, but no more bleeding.
"Your injury... isn't a big problem, right? It might hurt a little when someone shaves..." Qiao Xiao said softly.
"What? Are you looking for excuses to lessen your guilt?"[
"I..." She was speechless.
Does what she just said have such suspicion? It seems so.
Li Lun pointed to the clock hanging on the wall and said with a sullen face: "It's been one minute, there are still nine minutes left. You... are still wearing your wedding dress and have not changed into your evening dress. Also, your makeup... needs to be done."
Make up. As for wasting a few minutes, think about it! Little bad guy, the assassin must know the consequences."
Qiao Xiao's face turned pale. What did she think?
"I, I, I don't know what to think!" She was confused now, how could she come up with a solution in such a short time. Besides, she really regretted why she was so impulsive just now.
"Then you go change your clothes first and think about it while you change. I'll go outside and ask the makeup artist to come in and touch up your makeup later." Time is a bit tight, and Li Lun can't bully her for too long at this juncture. What's the deal?
After everything is done, settle things with her slowly.
Qiao Xiao lifted up her wedding dress with her little hands to prevent herself from stepping on it, and walked quietly to the clothing room. As soon as she reached the door, she suddenly thought of something, blinked and turned around and said, "Well... I thought of a way.
It's just..." She lowered her eyes and didn't dare to look directly at Li Lun. This method was a little bit different. Hey, a trace of bad intentions emerged. She secretly cursed: Damn bastard, damn devil, aren't you good at bullying me? I won't let you make a fool of yourself.
, and make you make a fool of yourself...
"What can I do?" Li Lun looked at her with raised eyebrows.
She timidly pointed to his face with a little finger, "That...that's it, just put a red lip mark on your injury. Others will only smile and won't pay much attention to it."
"Not bad, not bad! What a good idea!" Li Lun's handsome face suddenly turned from gloomy to bright!