princess poisonous

"What are you doing?" Qingge struggled, but his wrists were tied above his head with one hand, and he couldn't move at all.

"What am I doing? I'm drawing my song more beautifully! Who told you to sleep? Didn't you say that you haven't eaten yet, so you won't be allowed to sleep?" Na Hanjue's eyes were full of smiles, shaking Shaking the pen in his hand, "Also, this pen was the last time you wanted to draw bastards on my face. You found it, and you did it yourself."

"Na Hanjue! How dare you paint bastards on my face!" Qingge struggled hard.

"No, no, why would I be willing to draw bastards on my Geer's face? I just drew a cute kitten, and my Geer is more beautiful and cuter. If you don't believe me, look at it!" Na Hanjue took Put the mirror in front of Qingge.

A small painted face appeared in the mirror. The white and tender face was painted as a cat face, and six beards were painted on both sides of the cheeks. It was as funny as it could be.

"Na-han-jue!" Qingge called his name, dumbfounded.

He is the number one young master who is famous all over the world!

Can you be more childish?

"Yes!" Na Hanjue responded with a smile, a pair of evil eyes, the corners of which are upturned, coquettish and charming, "How is it? Geer, my painting skills are not bad, right? Am I a special talent?"

"Have you had enough trouble? Let go of me." Qingge wasn't annoyed, nor was she smiling, she was really pissed off by him.

"Well, ok ok, it will be ready soon." He said that it will be ready soon, and at the same time, he took out his mobile phone and took a picture of Xiaohuamao Qingge, took a few pictures in a row, and looked through it triumphantly, "My Ge'er is just beautiful, it's even more sexy and cute when painted with a cat face."

"Na-han-jue!" Qingge was powerless.

How many more years will he have to wait to grow up?

"Yes! Let go now!" Na Hanjue smiled and let go of Qingge's wrist, and kissed Qingge's neck lightly, "Ge'er, you are so beautiful!"

Qingge slapped him on the face, slapped his handsome face aside, got up and went to the bathroom.

Believe in him, there will be ghosts, who would look good with a black cat painted on his face?

Soap, facial cleanser, and cleansing oil all went into battle, and it took more than half an hour to wash off the things on her face. Her skin was always delicate, and her whole face was flushed after washing.

"Ge'er, haven't you washed it yet?" Na Hanjue asked several times outside, but Qingge locked the door behind him, and he was anxious to get in outside.

"Okay." Qingge dried her face, put on skin care products, opened the door, and Na Hanjue couldn't wait to rush in.

"Why are you blushing?" Na Hanjue pinched Qingge's chin and frowned.

"How dare you say that! I washed it for more than half an hour before washing it down!" Qingge gave him a look, knocked down his hand and went around him.

"Ge'er, are you angry?" He chased after her and hugged her from behind, "Are you really angry? Did I finish laughing!"

Qingge breaks free and ignores him.

"Ge'er, I was just kidding you, don't be angry, okay?" He entangled like a koala.

"You want me not to be angry, right?" Qingge looked back at him.

"Of course!" Na Hanjue nodded vigorously.

"En!" Qingge picked up the pen that Na Hanjue had just used, and shook it a few times.

"Isn't it?" Na Hanjue's monstrous face suddenly collapsed.

"Otherwise, ignore you for three days, you can figure it out!" Qingge threw the pen into his arms, and turned her head away from him.