I Really Don't Want to Be the Protagonist

"Your careless details have ruined a lot of my tenderness."

Xia Yuyan looked at herself in the mirror, gritted her teeth, and said, "I'm still putting on makeup, you can come up first!"

"Yo."

Shi Qinghai constructed Xia Yuyan's makeup in his mind, suppressed a smile and said: "That's fine, I'll take a good look at what our tigress looks like when she puts on makeup."

"I don't know if I shaved off this beard, hahaha!"

Listening to the blind voice coming through the phone, Shi Qinghai laughed and went in immediately.

The momentum of walking is quite like a man guarding the gate, and ten thousand men are not allowed to open.

Entering Xia Yuyan's villa, Shi Qinghai, who has always been used to grandeur and wealth, has found it difficult to have any strange feelings about this ordinary villa.

Xia Yuyan's villa is quite satisfactory, only about [-] million yuan.

To Shi Qinghai's disappointment, after she walked into the second floor, the Xia Yuyan she saw was not the Xia Yuyan she had imagined.

At this time, Xia Yuyan's makeup was exquisite, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that she had put on her makeup well.

It's just that this woman's obsessive-compulsive disorder or something made her sit in front of the dressing table for a long time, refusing to stand up.

Shi Qinghai thought that Xia Yuyan would transform into a colorful cat, but she didn't expect that this tigress still had some level of make-up skills.

"Tigress, do you want me to help you?"

Shi Qinghai felt as if he had returned to his own home. He didn't feel restrained at all, and he didn't look around. He walked up and down behind Xia Yuyan.

Shi Qinghai supported the upper edge of the chair with both hands, Xia Yuyan sat on the chair, and the light blue vanity mirror showed the two people's complete appearance.

Women have exquisite makeup, and men are sunny and handsome.

Shi Qinghai looked at Xia Yuyan in the mirror.

Xia Yuyan looked at Shi Qinghai in the mirror.

The same word flashed in the hearts of the two of them

A perfect match!

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"Look what, do I have flowers on my face?"

Being looked at by Shi Qinghai like this, Xia Yuyan felt uncomfortable, and her tone became more fierce.

Shi Qinghai smiled slightly, but didn't care, and said, "I think I'm handsome."

"Hmph, smelly."

The woman snorted coldly, but instead of looking at herself in the mirror, she started picking up blush and applying makeup on her face.

Perhaps because there was a man behind her looking at her, Xia Yuyan didn't look so smooth when she put on makeup.

I always feel that the temperature in the room is slowly rising.

Xia Yuyan's long black hair made her look like a girl.

Especially at this moment when she was so skillful in makeup, Shi Qinghai actually had the illusion that the person sitting in front of him was not a vigorous and vicious police officer, but just a beauty-loving, blue-hearted girl.

She also likes to be pretty.

Although Xia Yuyan usually goes out without makeup, her makeup technique is not unfamiliar at all.

It is conceivable how much time this woman has spent on studying this kung fu in private.

The corners of Shi Qinghai's mouth slightly raised, and he pulled back the woman's uncombed hair, which immediately made the woman's unsmooth movements stiff.

"What are you doing?" Xia Yuyan asked nervously.

If this was left in the past, she would have already passed with a military punch, and what she hates the most is the prodigal son!

But now, apart from being nervous, she has no other thoughts.

Shi Qinghai couldn't help but find it funny: "I see that your hair is very naughty and likes to run on your face, so I discipline it well and let you concentrate on makeup, wouldn't it be better?"

Xia Yuyan glanced at Shi Qinghai suspiciously, seeing that Shi Qinghai's eyes were clear and not pretending at all, she felt a little relieved.

If you say it by yourself, it will appear that you are haggling and making a fuss

However, even though Shi Qinghai didn't think much about it, how could it be possible for Xia Yuyan to put on her makeup calmly like Shi Qinghai?

The man she likes is stroking her hair, which makes Xia Yuyan restless.

"Okay, I'm done with my makeup, you don't have to touch my hair all the time."

Xia Yuyan finished in a hurry and stood up quickly.

Shi Qinghai touched his nose, and said, "Don't you think your hair is so smooth, it feels good to the touch?"

She glared at Shi Qinghai: "Then touch your own!"

After finishing speaking, Xia Yuyan took the bag beside her and walked towards the restaurant.

Shi Qinghai said: "You haven't eaten yet? Why are you getting up so late?"

Xia Yuyan didn't stop on the road, filled with porridge, and said: "I couldn't sleep last night, it's rare to have a holiday today, so I don't want to get up."