"Very beautiful." He made no secret of the surprise in his eyes, but...
"The makeup seems a little lighter."
There is still no rosy on the cheeks, and the lips are still not bloody.
Only those eyes were black and white, and deep and quiet.
In fact, Shen Hou didn't make up at all, just put on a skirt.
The size is just right and the size fits.
Yan Zhifan didn't care too much, went into the cloakroom and came out soon, with an extra lipstick in his hand.
He walked up to Shen Hou, smiling, "Don't move."
Shen Wei's eyes were cold, showing a sense of precaution.
The man raised his hand and clasped her chin. Just when Shen Hun was about to resist, he turned his mouth red and said lightly: "If you are unwilling to be obedient, then I don't mind letting you be forced to obey."
The woman's movements were stagnant, then she let go of her strength and stopped trying to break free.
Yan Zhifan smiled: "Really good."
The creamy lipstick cream touches the lips, carefully drawing the shape of the lips, and then filling them with complementary colors.
The man's movements were extremely jerky, apparently the first time he did it, but he was extremely patient.
The focus on the face and the seriousness in the eyes seem to be completing a great work.
Shen Wei was expressionless from start to finish, and while allowing him to move, he also spared only a few words of response, and he didn't even give a lot of eyes.
at last-
"All right."
He put down the lipstick, held the mirror in his hand, and held it in front of Shen Hun.
"Sorry, the first time, maybe it was not painted well." At this time, the deepness and oldness faded away, and he looked like a shy young man.
Looking forward to the taste and evaluation of my sweetheart.
Shen Hou slowly raised his eyes, and saw a beautiful face clearly reflected in the mirror, with red lips and white teeth, and picturesque eyebrows.
"That's right, there is still a place left." Yan Zhifan picked up the lipstick, dipped a little with his fingertips, and then gently tapped it on the woman's cheek.
Push and wipe to faint, and the final dye will be a rouge.
This is the real "Furong as a face, Liu as an eyebrow".
Yan Zhifan took her hand, and the two went down from the second floor to the first floor. During this time, Shen Hun never bent over, but instead the man bent his knees several times to lift the skirt for her.
Even if he bends down, he still looks like a nobleman, never lowering his head.
In the spacious hall, the fireplace has been lit, and the intricate and luxurious crystal lamp reflects the warm and bright light, such as the streamer, shining brightly.
If it weren't for the sound of the waves to be faintly heard, no one would think that this was a desert island.
Because that kind of exquisiteness and romance can only appear in the castle of Europa, not any place related to words such as "wandering" and "abandonment".
The man's well-knotted fingers flicked the record player to read the needle. Soon, the melodious dance prelude burst into the hall.
Yan Zhi returned to his suit and leather shoes, stood still in front of Shen Hun, smiled slightly, bent and raised his hand, still not lowering his noble head, but lowered his eyelids.
Gentleman, humble and polite.
At that moment, it was as if walking through the long river of memory. In this life, "Shen Qian" who was as gentle as jade in this life, "Shen Qian" who was deeply thoughtful in the previous life, and "Yan Zhifan," who has changed his appearance and changed his identity with memories of previous lives, finally Shen Hun merged in his mind.
He is him and not him.
Two faces, but with three different levels of soul, each level can be picked up to form a complete individual.
Secret and dangerous, like ghosts and gods, but not like people.
It wasn't until he spoke to break this sense of "non-self race"-
"Beautiful lady, can I invite you to dance?"
Without waiting for Shen Hun's answer, she might have guessed how she would respond. Yan Zhifan did not give her a choice.
Take the initiative to hold a woman's hand, put it in her palm, step on the beat, and slide gracefully onto the dance floor.
Shen Hou had to follow his steps forward and backward, or spin and jump.
"Remember this dance music?" he asked.
"do not remember."
"It doesn't matter..." As he said, the man chuckled softly, then lifted her up, tossed her in the air, and then half carried her on his shoulders like acrobatics.
To complete this action, not only the weight and flexibility of the lifted person are required, but also the arm strength of the lifted person and the stability of the bottom plate are quite tested.
Yan Zhifan not only completed it, but also completed it quite easily, like...
He has practiced countless times, and this time it is Zhenger Bajing performing on the field, and the performance on the spot is more perfect.
Shen Wei only noticed that this action...
Seems familiar!
At a certain moment, a certain moment, she also experienced...
It's just that the one who dances with her is-Quan Hanting!
His pupils shrank suddenly, and Shen Hou looked at Yan Zhifan abruptly: "You..."
"Remember?" He laughed softly and interrupted her. "But I don't like you thinking about other men when you dance with me."
Shen Hou: "This song..."
"Yes, it was also at the banquet that day."
"What do you mean?"
The man took her to change dance steps, "It's not interesting, I just want you to dance."
Pushing it out, pulling his wrist and then pulling it back, Shen Hou rolled into his arms and raised his hand against the man's chest.
The eyes are facing each other, one is calm and waveless, and the other is gentle and smiling.
At this moment, the dance music ended and the music stopped abruptly.
Yan Zhifan let go of her, stepped back and stood still, bending over, a gentleman's thank you, and the perfect end to the dance.