"It's all you, I'm always painting cats on my face. My skin has always been sensitive. What should I do if I'm disfigured?"
Qingge punched his shoulder hard, and Young Master Na Han obediently took it, his face full of guilt, and took her in his arms to comfort her, "Yes, it's not good for me, I dare not do it next time, but it doesn't matter if I'm disfigured. I love my soul, not this skin. I love it no matter what Ge'er becomes!" "I'm so whispering! I don't believe it," Qingge pawned him, "The train is running on the face! Which man doesn't love beauty? If I become ugly, you will definitely dislike me."
"Whoever lies with you is a pig!" In desperation, Young Master Na Han took out the animal he hated the most and sweared, "I love Ge'er because Ge'er is kind and cute, not because Ge'er is beautiful!"
"But I wasn't serious at that time. I just wanted to use your bag to charge the amount," Na Hanjue looked at her and said anxiously: "Later, I slowly got along with you, and then I gradually fell in love with your innocence, cuteness, kindness. What attracted me was your beauty, but what made me decide to stay with you was your pure white soul..."
Seeing his anxious look, Qingge couldn't help but pursed his lips and smiled, "Okay, why are you anxious? I'm teasing you! Of course, I know that no matter what I become, you will love me, because I am the same! No matter what you become, I will love you! Have you ever watched the ghost husband in the TV series? Even if you become ugly than him, I will guard you for the rest of your life, for the rest of your life!"
"Well, I also know, I have known for a long time, because I am the same person as Ge'er. No matter what my Ge'er becomes, I will guard my Ge'er for a lifetime, for a lifetime, for a lifetime!" His voice became lower and lower, and finally he murmured like a dream.
He circled her tightly, and his thin lips kissed her cheeks inch by inch, "Ge'er, in my mind, you will always be the most beautiful..."
The two of them had a full meal, and the blush on Qingge's face became more and more intense, and even his chin was red. Na Hanjue looked so distressed that he kept suggesting, "Or will I take you to have a skin care?"
"I won't go," Qingge refused. "I can't do skin care when my skin is good. I can only use fixed cosmetics, and I will be allergic to the rest."
"Then I'll take you to see a doctor?"
"No need!" Qingge pulled him down, "I know my own skin. It's better to sleep for one night and tomorrow. Go to bed!"
Qingge's face was so itchy. She was afraid that Na Hanjue would worry, so she could only force her smile and hold it back. She tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. Na Hanjue leaned up and asked, "Ge'er, isn't it very uncomfortable? Why haven't you fall asleep yet?"
"I'm fine. I've been sleeping for a while in the afternoon. I must have slept too much and had insomnia," Qingge turned his body and pushed him to the side, "Otherwise you go to sleep in my room, and I'll toss and turns here to affect your sleep."
Na Hanjue is a pig, just a pillow. He hasn't slept yet so late today. He must have been quarreled by her.
"I don't want it, I want to be with you." Na Hanjue wrapped around Qingge's body like a koala.
Qingge was helpless, "No, how can I sleep if you pester me like this?"