In the bathroom facing the mirror to wash lipstick on his face, Li Nan's eyes again appeared as a night god.

That woman, once so dignified and elegant, let people see her, only from the heart to respect her, or even to please her, hoping that she can laugh at herself, will be happy for a long time.

But now, what does she look like?

Li Nan, with an average educational background, can't think of a suitable word to describe the current God of flowers and nights.

In a word, Li Nan's heart is in a panic at the thought of the blue-purple color of the cup on her white...