With an eyebrow pencil in hand, she tilted her head and looked at him suspiciously. you want to put on makeup too? "
"Yingluo, yes." Chi zuxu nodded and took the eyebrow pencil from her. I want to help you remove the Kasaya.
Chi Yi found this funny. you're not serious, are you? "
"Let's try."
"Yingluo, alright."
She inched her face closer to him. I'll let you try! If it doesn't work, I'll just remove it again!"
"Alright," he said.
It was rare for him to be so serious in drawing her brows.
His focused look moved her a little. Puzzled, she asked, " "Little uncle, why did you suddenly want to draw my eyebrows?"
"Have you ever heard of a poem?"
As he carefully drew Chi Yi's brows, his cautious arm seemed to be drawing the most important accessory in the world to him.
"Which song?"
She did not know what kind of poem he was talking about.
