Like, really similar.
Even when he was in a daze, he recognized the wrong person, thinking that she had really come back from the dead.
At that moment, he was so excited that his heart almost jumped out of his chest.
But now when I take a closer look, I find that although the disguise of the Thousand-Faced Young Master is lifelike, it can still be seen at a glance when you are close.
His eyebrows were deliberately drawn, not as natural as hers, with the distant mountains in black. He also drew eyeliner, turning a pair of long phoenix eyes into her watery pupils...
They do look similar at first glance, but if they are fake, they are fake, and no matter how similar they are, they cannot become real.
Chu Shaoyang took a deep breath to hide the deep disappointment in his eyes. However, even if it was just a fake, putting it here made him feel that the room had a fresh breath.
"Good, that's it."
Chu Shaoyang said calmly: "From now on, you will be disguised like this. You can wear all the clothes in this room and touch all the things, but there is only one thing. You cannot damage it at all, otherwise..." He stared threateningly. The man with a thousand faces.
Young Master Qianmian shrugged nonchalantly, stretched out his hand and rubbed the painful area pinched by Chu Shaoyang.
"Otherwise, what? Are you willing to kill me?" He smiled sarcastically, his eyes flowing, and he glanced at his face in the mirror.
His body also suddenly trembled, and he stared blankly at himself in the mirror, his eyes wide open, as if he didn't recognize him.
picture! alike!
Even he himself didn't expect that the disguised appearance would be nine times similar to hers.
"Chu Shaoyang, you are reluctant to kill me, are you?" He looked back at Chu Shaoyang, confident.
He is a living shadow. Even he himself can't tell clearly. Who is he now? How can Chu Shaoyang know clearly
Even if he knew that he was a fake, he would not be willing to smash it into pieces.
Because, after smashing this fake, it would be extremely difficult for him to find another one that looked so similar.
"You are right, I am indeed reluctant to part with you."
Chu Shaoyang's voice was dry. He suddenly stretched out his hand and pinched the chin of Young Master Qianmian, forcing him to raise his head.
"From now on, you will live here and you are not allowed to leave this room!"
He slowly let go of his hand and said: "Whatever you want, just say it. As long as I can do it, I can get it for you no matter what."
Young Master Qianmian rubbed his chin and suddenly smiled.
"Chu Shaoyang, are you really not afraid that I will kill you?"
"I am not afraid."
After Chu Shaoyang finished speaking coldly, he glanced at him again and said coldly: "Practice your smile more in the mirror from now on. You look very similar when you don't smile, but when you smile, you don't look like her at all. The way you smile is really mean!"
After saying that, he walked downstairs without looking back.
The Thousand-faced Young Master gritted his teeth and stared at the direction Chu Shaoyang left as if fire was about to burst out of his eyes.
asshole! brute!
He turned himself into her shadow, and actually called himself... cheap!
When he got angry, he really wanted to pick up the bronze mirror in front of him and smash it into pieces.
But as soon as he saw himself in the mirror and the smile that had not gone away from his lips, his heart was shocked again.
Chu Shaoyang was absolutely right. When he wasn't smiling, he was indeed very similar to her, but when he smiled, his face was alluring and his eyes were full of charm.