Si Yiyan's knowledge is better than hers, how could she not know the metaphor of a man curling her hair for a woman, so he deliberately teased her, and she couldn't help but be angry: "You lied to me!" ”

Si Yiyan's eyes were full of smiles, and she was so beautiful that she was thrilling: "I didn't say I didn't know, I just wanted to hear you tell me." ”

Wen Wenya laughed angrily: "You are clearly a strong word. Then I saw that his fingers dexterously pulled her hair behind her ears, casually tied a bun, and then inserted a jewel flower hairpin into her hair to fix, a big jewel flower, red, yellow, blue, green, purple, black and white, seven colors gorgeous and bright, very beautiful: "The action is very skillful!" It seems that Master Xia Si often curls his hair for women, and Xia Si is really good at serving women. ”

"I'm not just a random woman to serve, the only woman in this world who can make me willing to serve is you, Miss Wen!"

Si Yiyan looked at the annoyance between her eyebrows, put on the necklace and earrings for her one by one, and then reached out and picked up a sapphire ring, held her right hand, and the ring pause between her middle finger and ring finger for half a second, before putting the ring into her middle finger with a slight sigh.

"Lie to people, you are more dexterous than me in combing your hair!" Wen Wenya looked at the sapphire ring on the middle finger, the blue gemstone was cut very beautifully, and if you looked closely, you could see that it was the shape of Qionghua, each petal of the flower was very delicate and beautiful, and the ring seemed to have the temperature between Si Yiyan's fingers.

"Your hair is very beautiful, and it is very suitable for curling hair, so I learned some from Wan Niang before, just waiting for this day to come." Not only this day, but also every day in the future, Si Yiyan's words were careless, but his eyes were staring at the person in the mirror with a surging tide.

Wen Ya's lips trembled slightly, thinking of her previous life, she had an urge to cry out loud, yes...... People who don't like you will always just admire your beauty, praise and regret.

In the previous life, even if the person liked her hair again, he never had the mind to tie her hair for her, and let her turn her head to scatter the waste, and there was nothing else but regret.

"Let's go, we're running out of time." Really...... There is still such a person in her life, after the amazing years, all that is left is empty and sad, and that person has stained every bit of her life with his traces.

"Good!" Wen Wenya suddenly came back to her senses and asked, "Where are we going?" ”

Si Yiyan looked at the person in the mirror, and said lightly: "Take you to a place!" ”

"Where?" Wen Wen Ya asked.

"You'll find out when you get there." Si Yiyan pretended to be mysterious.

"What! Always like to play tricks. Wen Wenya couldn't help but look down on the person standing behind her, reflected in the mirror, and stood up from between the chairs.

"Wait!" Si Yiyan suddenly called her!

"Didn't you say time was running out?" Wen Wenya glared at him dissatisfied.

Si Yiyan ignored her, and just opened a box with a round lid of the color, the box was very small, only the size of a palm, which was the box used by ancient women to place rouge gouache.

"What's in here?" Wen Wenya couldn't help but ask, is it really rouge gouache, Si Yiyan still has the habit of rubbing fat powder for women? She couldn't help but look up and kiss ...... You're a man, don't let me be disillusioned.

Combing a woman's hair is an expression of courtship and affection, but rubbing powder for a woman is how weird it looks.

Si Yiyan looked at her and looked at her with strange eyes, and knew that this girl must be cranky again, and gently slapped her forehead: "What are you thinking about?" ”

"It hurts!" Wen Ya glared at him sadly.

"It's a snail dai that's been adjusted here, and it's used for thrush!" Si Yiyan took out an eyebrow pencil and gently dipped it in Luozidai......

Since ancient times, the thrush has raised eyebrows, love is like a new metaphor, Wen Wenya hurriedly wanted to stop him, but his movements were faster than the words in her mouth, swept between her eyebrows, and the black eyebrows were like a distant mountain.

"I'll do the rest by myself." Wen Wenya felt a cold and wet feeling between her eyebrows, which seemed to penetrate into her heart, making her heart become moist, this feeling was too deep, making her a little flustered.

"The thrush can only be done by one person, otherwise the painted eyebrow is asymmetrical and it will not look good." Si Yiyan gently swept her other eyebrow, and sure enough, the painting was exactly the same, and as soon as she exhaled, it was as beautiful as a distant mountain.

Si Yiyan carefully looked at her face in the mirror and couldn't help but sigh: "No wonder ancient women were keen on thrushes so early, many literati and described beauties, and also liked to make eyebrows and chant poems, and even the gorgeous rank of Zhang Chang for his wife's thrush in the Han Dynasty has been passed down to this day." ”

Her eyebrows are as picturesque as beautiful, as magnificent as mountains and rivers, looking from afar, as if hidden in the clouds and fog, the end is very beautiful, a pair of thin and rippling eyes reflect the eyebrows of Daiqing, clear like a pool of crystal clear stream, which reflects the flowers, white clouds and dogs, amazingly beautiful.

Wen Wenya smiled a little reluctantly: "It's okay now!" ”

"Wait!" Si Yiyan opened another box and took out a makeup pencil.

Wen Wenya hurriedly got up: "This is already very good, there is no need to draw anything more." ”

"I said wait, and I waited!" Si Yiyan pressed her shoulders with both hands, the force was moderate, it didn't hurt her, and she couldn't struggle, looking directly into her slightly flustered eyes in the mirror, with a burning heat like a moth to a fire.

"Didn't you say time was running out?" Wen Wenya's heart was very flustered, Si Yiyan had been holding the balance of getting along with her, tepid, letting her get along with him, as if everything seemed so natural, and the relationship seemed to come naturally, but she never realized that this was an ambiguous distance that could be attacked and defended.

At this time, he just curled her hair, and the thrush took a slight step forward, and it had already broken the ambiguous distance, making her feel flustered, wanting to escape, but feeling that she was trapped between him.

"If the makeup is not painted well, it will be rude to go out." Si Yiyan casually picked up the makeup pencil and dipped it lightly, the white color was transparent and luster, he lightly understated between her eyebrows, a petal flower appeared on her forehead, the pale white flower showed a white light, almost integrated with the white skin, if it weren't for the beautiful and delicate white halo, I am afraid that no one would find the makeup between the foreheads.

Si Yiyan's body slowly crossed to her side, and her cheeks approached inch by inch!

Wen Wenya tilted his head back inch by inch: "It's done!" Let's go! ”

"Don't move!" Si Yiyan's deep voice, with an undeniable domineering, a trace of charm and clarity sprinkled on her cheeks with the hot and humid breath.

Wen Wenya was stunned, and her body stiffened and did not move.