Xiao Yurong blushed and shook his head silently. Young people were too good at having fun. He did not even know what they were doing…
Sang You still felt dizzy.
"No, I can't braid his hair and I can't put on makeup on his face. It looks too ugly." Zhou Weizong frowned. He felt very troubled.
At his age, he had not even drawn his wife's eyebrows, but he had already drawn the eyebrows of such a stinky man?
His hand trembled, and he felt like vomiting.
Fortunately, he had held it in.
Xie Qiao also felt that this scene was a little difficult to watch.
Meng Jifang was eighteen or nineteen years old, and he should have grown a beard by now. However, his face was still very clean, and even if there were some dark spots, he would usually be clean. Therefore, he did not look gross. It was just that his eyebrows were too thick and black, he was full of heroic spirit, and his face was big. With makeup on it, it was neither here nor there.
