Si Yiyan was more knowledgeable than her, so how could he not know the meaning of a man tying a woman's hair? So he was teasing her on purpose, and she couldn't help but get angry: "You lied to me!"
Si Yiyan's eyes and face were filled with smiles, which were so beautiful that they were breathtaking: "I didn't say that I didn't know, I just wanted to hear you tell me."
Wen Xinya was so angry that she laughed and said, "You are just making up a story." Then she saw his fingers deftly gather her hair behind her ears and tie it into a bun. Then he inserted a jewel flower hairpin into her hair to fix it. The big jewel flower was red, yellow, blue, green, purple, black and white, with seven brilliant colors, very beautiful. "Your movements are very skillful! It seems that Young Master Xia Si often helps women tie their hair. Young Master Xia Si is really good at serving women."
"I won't serve just any woman. The only woman in this world who I'm willing to serve is you, Miss Wen!"
Si Yiyan looked at the annoyance on her brow, put on the necklace and earrings for her one by one, then reached out and picked up a sapphire ring, held her right hand, and the ring paused between her middle finger and ring finger for half a second before he sighed slightly and put the ring on her middle finger.
"You must be kidding. You're more skillful at combing hair than I am!" Wen Xinya looked at the sapphire ring on her middle finger. The blue gem was beautifully cut. If you look closely, you can see that it is in the shape of a magnolia. Each petal is very delicate and beautiful. The ring seems to still retain the warmth from Si Yiyan's fingers. She felt a burst of heat from her middle finger all the way to her heart, and she couldn't get rid of it at all.
"Your hair is very beautiful and very suitable for braiding, so I learned some things from Wan Niang before, just waiting for this day to come." Not only this day, but every day in the future, Si Yiyan said casually, but his eyes were staring at the person in the mirror with turbulent tides.
Wen Xinya's lips trembled slightly. Thinking of her previous life, she had an urge to burst into tears. Yes... People who don't like you will always just admire your beauty, praise you and feel sorry for you.
In the previous life, no matter how much that man liked her hair, he never thought of tying it up for her. He just let her hair hang loose and was in disarray, with nothing else to feel except regret.
"Let's go, we don't have much time left." As expected... there is still such a person in her life. After stunning the years, all that is left is empty sadness. That person has left his mark on every bit of her life.
"Okay!" Wen Xinya suddenly came to her senses and asked, "Where are we going?"
Si Yiyan looked at the person in the mirror and said calmly: "I'll take you to a place!"
"Where?" Wen Xinya asked.
"You'll know when you get there." Si Yiyan pretended to be mysterious.
"What! You always like to be mysterious." Wen Xinya couldn't help but look down on the person standing behind her reflected in the mirror and stood up from the chair.
"Wait!" Si Yiyan suddenly called her!
"Didn't you say that time is running out?" Wen Xinya glared at him dissatisfiedly.
Si Yiyan ignored her and just opened a lacquered round-lidded box. The box was very small, only the size of a palm. It was the box used by ancient women to store rouge and powder.
"What's in here?" Wen Xinya couldn't help asking, is it really rouge and powder? Si Yiyan still has the habit of applying rouge and powder for women? She couldn't help but look up, dear... You are a man, please don't let me be disillusioned, okay.
Combing a woman's hair is an expression of love and affection, but putting powder on a woman is weird no matter how you look at it.
Si Yiyan saw that she was looking at him strangely, and knew that this girl must be thinking nonsense again, so he tapped her forehead lightly: "What nonsense are you thinking about."
"It hurts!" Wen Xinya glared at him sadly.
"This is the prepared rubbing pencil for drawing eyebrows!" Si Yiyan took out an eyebrow pencil and gently dipped it into the rubbing pencil...
Since ancient times, painting eyebrows has been a metaphor for treating each other as equals and loving each other as new. Wen Xinya hurriedly tried to stop him, but his actions were faster than her words. He swept his eyebrows, and the indigo between his dark eyebrows was as blue as distant mountains.
"I'll take care of the rest myself." Wen Xinya felt a cool and wet feeling between her brows, which seemed to penetrate into her heart and make her heart moist. This feeling was too deep and made her a little flustered.
"Eyebrows can only be drawn by one person, otherwise the eyebrows will be asymmetrical and look ugly." Si Yiyan gently brushed across her other eyebrow. Sure enough, it was drawn exactly the same, and it was completed in one breath, lingering and beautiful like distant mountains.
Si Yiyan carefully looked at her face in the mirror and couldn't help but sigh: "No wonder ancient women were so keen on drawing eyebrows at such an early age. Many literati and poets also liked to draw eyebrows and compose poems when describing beauties. There is even a gorgeous story of Zhang Chang drawing eyebrows for his wife in the Han Dynasty that has been passed down to this day."
Her dark eyebrows are as beautiful as paintings, as magnificent as mountains and rivers. From afar, they seem to be hidden in clouds and mist. She is extremely smart. Her pair of thin and sparkling eyes reflect her dark eyebrows, and are as clear as a clear stream, reflecting the colorful flowers, white clouds and the sky, which is stunningly beautiful.
Wen Xinya's smile was a little forced: "It's okay now!"
"Wait a minute!" Si Yiyan opened another box and took out a makeup pencil.
Wen Xinya hurriedly stood up: "This is already very good, there is no need to draw anything else."
"I said wait, so wait a little longer!" Si Yiyan pressed her shoulders with both hands with just the right amount of force so as not to hurt her but also to prevent her from struggling. He looked directly into her slightly panicked eyes in the mirror, with a burning look in his eyes like a moth to a flame.
"Didn't you say that time is running out?" Wen Xinya was very flustered. Si Yiyan had been trying to find the right measure in his relationship with her, neither too hot nor too cold, so that when she got along with him, it seemed that everything was so natural and their relationship seemed to be a natural outcome. However, she had never realized that this was an ambiguous distance that allowed her to attack or defend.
At this moment, he just tied her hair and drew her eyebrows a little bit, which broke the ambiguous distance and made her feel flustered. She wanted to escape, but she felt trapped by him.
"It will be impolite to go out if your makeup is not done well." Si Yiyan picked up the makeup brush nonchalantly and lightly dipped it in the makeup brush. The white color showed a translucent and lustrous luster. He lightly drew a stroke between her eyebrows. A petal appeared on her forehead. The pale white flower showed a translucent white light, almost blending with her skin as white as fat. If it weren't for the beautiful and delicate translucent white halo, I'm afraid no one would notice the makeup on her forehead.
Si Yiyan slowly moved his body in front of her, his cheek getting closer and closer!
Wen Xinya tilted her head back inch by inch: "Is the painting done? Let's go now!"
"Don't move!" Si Yiyan's low voice carried an irresistible domineering tone, and a hint of seductive freshness slowly spread on her cheek along with the hot and humid breath.
Wen Xinya seemed to be possessed by a demon, and her body became stiff and motionless.