The bridge of her nose felt hot, and an inexplicable liquid slowly flowed down the bridge of her nose and slid to her...
On the lips... there is still warmth... and a faint fishy smell... bird droppings...
Moreover, it was still a lump of bird droppings that seemed to be thin due to indigestion...
"vomit..."[
Xiao Xingzi looked at her princess with helplessness and sympathy, just like the Marquis just now.
He ran to the foot of a tree at lightning speed, held the trunk of the tree with one hand, and kept vomiting.
Be careful... bird poop...
Before she could finish her sentence, the bird droppings falling from the sky had already landed on her princess's pretty and delicate nose...
"vomit..."
The carriage moved slowly. Along the way, from time to time, you could hear this kind of imaginative sound of retching coming from the carriage.
People who don't know may think that there is a pregnant woman sitting inside, and she is very upset...
Shuanglan and Jianxue looked at their noses, their noses looked at their lips, and their lips looked at their hearts. They raised their heads and looked at each other in perfect agreement, with a faint smile in their eyes.
I have been with the young master for more than ten years.
The young master they saw was always elegant and elegant, like jade, no matter how he dressed or spoke or behaved.
The scene today really completely subverted the young master's calm, calm and graceful way of looking at the world with a smile.
Inside the carriage, there was a man and a woman sitting on the left and right sides.
The man is handsome, the woman is charming, both are luxuriously dressed and have a noble temperament.
Both of them had pale faces, half-closed eyes, and their bodies were lying down, looking listless.
There was a spittoon in front of each of them.
The spittoon is made of fine kiln porcelain.
One day is green, the other lake is blue, and there are circles of dark patterns on it.
Under the refraction of the sun, the bone china emits circles of dazzling light.
If placed in an ordinary home, this spittoon would be very beautiful even if it was used as a decoration.[
No one would guess at a glance that such a beautiful porcelain vase could be a spittoon.
The woman sitting on the right had her eyes slightly closed, with a look of anger appearing on her pale face from time to time.
Damn it, she must have the bird caught in the tree roasted and eaten.