Trajectory 2: entangled curves

After applying for a while, I couldn’t create any more patterns, so I soon moved on to the last step: lipstick!

Sure enough, too many choices are not a good thing. With so many lipsticks, which one is good? She quickly opened the small boxes and compared the lipsticks one by one.

Mi Bei walked up, picked one, and then sat on the coffee table in front of Zhuge. He hooked her chin with one hand and opened the lipstick with the other hand: "Open your mouth."

The movements are smooth and smooth, done in one go.

Zhuge Qinuo was petrified by such suddenness, and he obeyed obediently, opening his mouth slightly.

Until the lipstick was about to get close, she took a deep breath again and blocked his hand: "I'd better do it myself."

Mibei: “Nervous?”

"No, I'm just not used to it." Zhuge Qinuo reached out to take the lipstick, trying to avoid any other contact.

Mi Bei did not insist. He just sat on the coffee table opposite Zhuge Qinuo with his hands hanging down and looked at her.

Mi Bei: "Eye makeup will still be a little light."

Zhuge Qinuo deepened obediently.

Mi Bei: "Maybe I need to draw my eyebrows too."

"Is it necessary to observe so carefully?" Zhuge Qinuo complained in her heart, and at the same time she was worried. She really didn't draw her eyebrows much, because her eyebrows were naturally thick and thin, and she usually just used eyebrow powder to darken the color.

Now she doesn't even have eyebrow powder, only eyebrow pencils. As a clumsy person who has never properly drawn eyebrows, she really doesn't dare to start. If she does, all the hard-earned makeup will be wasted.

Just when he was about to give up, Mi Bei spoke again: "The eyebrows are a little light."

"Now that you've said it, I noticed it, but I'm not very good at using eyebrow pencil. Before the cocktail party, I'll go to the room to get some eyebrow powder to touch up my eyebrow, so that I don't end up looking like Crayon Shin-chan." Zhuge Qinuo was very honest.

Mi Bei smiled, and seemed to relax. He turned sideways and took the eyebrow pencil: "I'll help you."

Perhaps it was because the distance was too close, or perhaps she was not that resistant in her heart, or perhaps it was simply because the person in front of her was Mi Bei, she did not refuse, and it was too late for her to refuse.

Mi Bei lifted Zhuge Qinuo's chin with one hand and gently stroked her eyebrows with the other hand.

The moment his hand touched Zhuge Qinuo, her heart beat faster.

When Mi Bei approached, his face appeared about 20 centimeters in front of hers, and she felt his breath gently falling on her face. Zhuge Qinuo suddenly dared not breathe, but even if he held his breath and concentrated his mind, he could not stop the sudden and obvious rise and fall of his chest.

"If you hold your breath any longer, you'll pass out." Mi Bei suddenly spoke. He just spoke without looking at her, and did not stop the movement of his hands.

"Ha, no, no, I'm just a little worried about your cooking skills." Zhuge Qinuo awkwardly tried to excuse himself, carefully peeking at Mi Bei's reaction.

As soon as he finished speaking, Mi Bei's mouth corner turned up and he smiled.

Oh my god, is this crooked smile a smile? It's a murderous scimitar!

Today's Mi Bei has lost all the immaturity he had in the past. It is no exaggeration to say that Zhuge Qinuo is simply torturing Mi Bei in every frame that she appears in front of her eyes.

"Too handsome, too handsome. This man must have been a vixen in his previous life." Zhuge Qinuo couldn't help but think so.

Looking at him from such a close distance, he can see a pair of hands, long and slender, with a slightly fragrant smell; his skin is still clean, retaining his youthfulness; but whether it is the face that looks resolute when looking up, or the protruding Adam's apple on his neck, both highlight his masculine sexiness.

Zhuge Qinuo joked that he was infatuated with girls again, but his eyes unconsciously moved upwards from his Adam's apple.

The jaw is neat and clean, the chin has a perfect curve, the mouth is moist and full, and the nose bridge is high.

Continuing to look upwards, I saw long and thick eyelashes, a pair of dark brown eyes with clear and clean whites.

Zhuge Qinuo couldn't help swallowing. "Let me draw eyebrows for you all my life..." Suddenly, a line from the ending song of Su Youpeng's "The Twins" popped up in her mind. This was the only line she knew. She once thought, how boring it must be to need a man to draw eyebrows for a woman, and what's so great about drawing eyebrows?

All her doubts suddenly disappeared at this moment. She suddenly understood and everything became clear.

In such a thing, at such a distance, in each other's eyes, there is only each other, no reservations on the good or the bad, exchanging and feeling each other's breath naturally, even touching the beating of the pulse and hearing the sound of the heartbeat. If this is not the ultimate ambiguity, not the exchange of emotions, what else can it be?

"Have you seen enough?" Mi Bei spoke, with a teasing tone in his voice.

Zhuge Qinuo, who was distracted, was suddenly pulled back by Mi Bei.

"Huh?" She felt guilty.

"I'm asking you, have you looked at me enough?" Mi Bei stopped and sat up straight. Her voice was gentle, but her eyes were like a lock, firmly controlling her and leaving her no where to escape.

"You are so good-looking, isn't it for people to see?" Zhuge Qinuo knew it would be too fake not to admit it, so he just acted like a rogue, "If others can see it, then so can I."

"Others won't stare at me from such a close distance." Mi Bei was merciless and didn't give any way out.

"Your makeup artist is this close to you and stares at you like this when she is doing your makeup. By the way, I want to check out the skills of the great makeup artist Mibei now." It can be considered an escape.

He wanted to stand up, but Mi Bei pulled him back to his seat. He turned around and took out a mirror: "Here! Take a look."

Zhuge Qinuo took a look at her eyebrows in the mirror. She couldn't say they were very good, but at least there was nothing wrong with them. She then secretly observed her skin and facial features, and was glad that she had taken good care of herself recently, otherwise she would have been outdone by a man.

"How is it?" Mi Bei waited for her answer confidently.

Zhuge Qinuo: "Very good, thank you!"

"Are you all right?" Mi Bei's voice was as clear and gentle as water.

Zhuge Qinuo: "Everything is normal. Very good!"

"You last night..." Mibei suddenly stopped.

"Last night?" Zhuge Qinuo suddenly raised his eyes, with a puzzled look on his face. He was so nervous that his hands unconsciously grasped the hem of his skirt.

He looked at her with a smile: "You looked very beautiful last night!"

"Thank you!" She avoided his gaze in panic, trying to appear as natural as possible, and didn't even dare to ask him why he said she was beautiful, because he was there last night?

But Mi Bei didn't miss any of her. He lowered his head, put his hands to his mouth, smiled, pretended to clear his throat, and asked, "Kids, how are you?"

He was merciful and found a topic that she was familiar with.

"Oh, by the way, the two children miss you very much. If they see you, please let me say hello to you." She was indeed relieved.

"Tell them that I miss them, too, and their mother..."

Zhuge Qinuo: “Ah?”

The progress jumped so fast? So direct?