"What are you doing?" Qing Ge struggled, but his wrists were tied above his head with one hand, making him unable to move at all.
"What am I doing? I'm making my song more beautiful! Who told you to sleep? Didn't I tell you that you haven't eaten yet and won't let you sleep?" Na Hanjue's eyes were filled with smiles, and she shook her head.
Shaking the pen in his hand, "Also, this is the last time you wanted to paint a bastard on my face, and you found it. This is your own fault."
"Nahanjue! How dare you paint that bastard on my face!" Qingge struggled hard.
"No, no, how could I be willing to draw a bastard on my Ge'er's face? I just drew a cute little kitten. My Ge'er is more beautiful and cuter. If you don't believe it, look at it!" Nahan Jue said
Pass the mirror and place it in front of Qing Ge.
A little painted face appeared in the mirror. The fair and tender face was painted into a cat face, and six beards were painted on both sides of the cheeks. It was as funny as it wanted.
"Na-Han-Jue!" Qingge called his name, dumbfounded.
He is the most famous young master in the world!
Could you be any more childish?
"Yes!" Na Hanjue responded with a smile, a pair of evil eyes, the corners of the eyes were upturned, and she was charming and charming, "How is it? Ge'er, my painting skills are good, right? Am I particularly talented?"
"Have you had enough trouble? Let me go." Qing Ge was neither angry nor laughing. He was really angry to death.
"Well, okay, okay, it'll be fine soon." As he said, it'll be fine soon. He actually took out his mobile phone and took a photo of the little cat singing. He took several pictures in a row and looked through them triumphantly.
"My Ge'er is so pretty, and it looks even sexier and cuter when painted with a cat face."
"Na-Han-Jue!" The song was weak.
How many more years will he have to wait to grow up?
"Yes! Now let go!" Na Hanjue smiled and let go of Qing Ge's wrist, and kissed Qing Ge's neck gently, "Ge'er, you are so beautiful!"
Qingge slapped him on the face, slapped his handsome face aside, got up and went to the bathroom.
Believe him or not. Who would look good with a black cat on his face?
Soap, facial cleanser, and cleansing oil were used together, and it took more than half an hour to wash off the things on her face. Her skin was always delicate, and after washing, her whole face turned red.
"Ge'er, haven't you washed it yet?" Nahanjue asked several times outside, but Qingge had no choice but to lock the door. He was busy outside and couldn't get in.
"Okay." Qing Ge wiped her face dry, put on skin care products, opened the door, and Na Hanjue couldn't wait to rush in.
"Why are you blushing?" Na Hanjue pinched Qingge's chin and frowned.
"How dare you say that! It took me more than half an hour to wash it off!" Qingge glared at him, knocked his hand down and walked around him to go out.
"Ge'er, are you angry?" He chased her out and hugged her from behind, "Are you really angry? I'm just kidding!"
Qingge broke away and ignored him.
"Ge'er, I'm just teasing you, don't be angry, okay?" He hugged her like a koala.
"You want me not to be angry, right?" Qing Ge looked back at him.
"Of course!" Na Hanjue nodded vigorously.
"Yeah!" Qingge picked up the pen Nahanjue just used and shook it a few times.
"Isn't it?" Na Hanjue's evil face suddenly collapsed.
"Otherwise, if I ignore you for three days, you can figure it out yourself!" Qingge threw the pen into his arms and turned her head away from him.
