"What, you said I wiped your oil, you think I would be interested in your present make-up." The cold arrogant wind looked at her with contemptuous eyes, and shook her head back and forth as if she really could not bear it.

"What's wrong with my make-up? Are you hugging me differently?" Shangguan Chuchu's small universe burst out. Damned visual man, if today is not to frighten the man who was forced by his father to go to meet him, would she dress herself up as such a virtue? She has no tendency of self-abuse. If she were not afraid to go back too early and be nagged by her...