Black stockings are full of mystery. Although Ximen Lang has taken such items off the legs of many beauties more than once, he never imagined that one day he would put them on his legs and feel a different kind of smoothness.
When he thought that this was worn by Xuewei's long beautiful legs, he was even more excited, his hands trembled, and he couldn't put it on.
Xuewei was amused when she saw the clumsy way he held the stockings with both hands, but she was also afraid that he would damage the stockings. If there was a big hole in his leg and he walked out, it would easily lead to suspicion from others.
"Oh, you are so stupid!"
Xuewei complained to him, then walked over to Ximen Lang and said, "Okay, stop doing it, I'll help you put it on."
After such a while, Ximen Lang didn't put on his stockings, but was sweating all over his head. Hearing that the other party wanted to help him, he happily said: "Thank you, I really appreciate it, you are such a nice person..."
..." Unknowingly, words of praise and praise slipped out of his mouth.
Xuewei felt very comfortable after hearing this. She vaguely realized that the boy was not too hateful, and seemed to have a cute side. She pulled up the thin stockings with her delicate hands, and inadvertently touched the boy's legs.
Skin, blushing and heartbeat.
The girl's hands are so dexterous, as if they were specially made for stockings. The warm and lustrous black color gradually spreads upwards, completely covering Ximen Lang's legs, giving it a somewhat feminine touch.
When she first squatted in front of Ximen Lang, Xuewei smelled a very special scent, which was hard to describe. The longer she stayed, the stronger the scent became. It smelled very good, very attractive, and carried with it
Like evil.
"What does it smell like?" Xuewei asked with a frown.
Ximen Lang was stunned and quickly said: "Is it the fragrance on your body?"
"No, it's a very strange smell, not from me." Xuewei said firmly.
Ximen Lang said in confusion: "It's not on you, could it be on me..." After saying this, he suddenly shut up and thought to himself, maybe what she smelled was really my breath, and there was something there.
A little smelly.
Xuewei also noticed the source of the smell. Her eyes looked up and landed on his bulging white shorts. She suddenly understood what the smell was. Her face was so ashamed that she hurriedly helped him put on another pair of stockings and finished them.
Then he quickly stood up and turned his head, not daring to look at him again.
Ximenlang smiled. This girl is really pure. There are fewer and fewer girls like her nowadays! He bent down and grabbed the red plaid shirt on the carpet and put it on. Fortunately, the shirt was loose.
, he could wear it, and his chest muscles were relatively developed, but uneven. Then, he put the orange windbreaker on his body, and he immediately became nondescript, like a transvestite.
Xuewei grabbed the hood and shook it, making the long hair on it smooth, and put it on his head. After taking a look at his appearance at this time, she couldn't help laughing and giggled, her flowers trembling.
Ximen Lang looked at his outfit, smiled helplessly, and said angrily: "What are you laughing at?"
Xuewei held her stomach and kept laughing. She pointed her right hand at him and said out of breath: "Dead man|demon... you are a dead man|demon now... but you are making me laugh..." She was laughing so hard
I was so happy that I even shed tears.
Ximenlang pretended to raise his right hand, slapped Xuewei in a girlish manner, and said in a low voice: "I hate it, I'm ignoring you!" At this time, his image could be described as three parts eunuch and seven parts shemale.
Very shocking.
This wonderful performance made Xuewei laugh non-stop, her stomach hurt from laughing, and she said: "Okay, she really looks like an authentic transvestite. She has the appearance of a seven-point woman, and she is considered to be of average beauty. I am painting it for you."
Put on makeup and you will become a beautiful woman. Come with me quickly..."
In her extreme excitement, she actually took Ximen Lang's hand and pulled it towards the dressing table. It wasn't until she felt the warmth and thickness in her hand that she realized something was wrong and hurriedly let go, as if what she had just touched was something with a very high temperature.
The soldering iron was used, and a blush appeared on the face, which was very embarrassing.
Ximen Lang was also stunned. He didn't expect that the girl who was his enemy would be like this. He asked curiously: "You held my hand?"
"So what, I didn't mean it?" Xuewei looked furious. She was very angry inside. How could I do that? I actually held his hand. It was so embarrassing!
"I didn't say anything, I just took you. Why are you so angry, unless..." Ximen Lang looked like he suddenly understood, "I understand."
"What do you know?" Xuewei asked angrily.
"You must have never held hands with a boy before, that's why you had such a big reaction." As a veteran among flowers, Ximen Lang's judgment was very accurate based on his observation of words and expressions.
Xuewei was very embarrassed and said without confidence: "You are talking nonsense, you are not..."
Ximen Lang said disapprovingly: "Forget it, if you dare not admit it, it's not a shame."
"Humph, I won't tell you anymore!" Xuewei stomped her feet angrily, walked straight to the dressing table, turned around and said, "Come over here, I'll do your makeup."
"Oh." Ximen Lang walked over and sat on the stool in front of the dressing table. He looked in the mirror curiously and saw that he was wearing a red plaid shirt and an orange windbreaker. His long, straight hair was spread around his shoulders.
Her handsome facial features really look like a woman's, and she can't help but smile. She can compete with Sister Furong!
Then, the guy sighed narcissistically: "So beautiful!"
Xuewei next to her obviously misunderstood and thought she was being complimented. She blushed and said, "Let me tell you, everyone recognizes that I am beautiful."
"I'm sorry, I didn't talk about you, I talked about myself."
Xuewei was choked by him and almost lost her breath. Who are you! Hum, to make you beautiful, I have to turn you into an ugly monster!
However, when she really wanted to smear the other person's face with makeup, looking at the face with fair skin, she couldn't do it. She had no choice but to use the skills of a makeup artist to apply it on him.
Powder eyebrows, eye shadow, etc.
When he was drawing eyebrows, Ximen Lang watched Qian Qianyu holding the eyebrow pencil slightly moving in front of his eyes. The beautiful texture on her hands was vividly visible. He liked it in his heart and softly chanted: "The purple road is dark and green, and it is crisp. Snow diarrhea."
Beijing, thousands of miles flying flowers falling. Spring has arrived on the Great Wall and the cold has not receded.
Sleeping softly on the windy ground. The setting sun melts into the mirror water. I get up late to comb my hair and trace the green eyebrows with my lazy hands. After putting on makeup, the fish and the geese are drunk. Who can compete with the beauty of the country?" Finally, he added a sentimental sentence, "Husband,
You have worked so hard and painted the eyebrows so carefully, I am so grateful!"
Xuewei smiled and then said: "Madam, don't say anything, it will be fine soon. The peerless beauty who will conquer the country is about to be born!"