The paranoid Ling Shao's beloved pet ran away again

Yu Qingyan yelled, then mercilessly kicked the man's calf, but was bounced back by his hard muscles, bringing back a sharp pain.

Suddenly, she grimaced in pain, her eyes full of resentment.

Rong Qingming didn't bother with her rude and fierce attitude. He just half-bent over to take off her slippers and carefully rubbed her toes.

"Are you okay?"

His eyes were full of concern, but it made Yu Qingyan even more furious.

"Your fucking body is so hard everywhere, it hurts so much!"

As she spoke, mist filled her eyes, and tears flashed faintly.

"It hurts! Rong Qingming, you are not allowed to touch me again! Otherwise, I will make you...make you kneel on the washboard!"

Yu Qingyan spoke with tears in her eyes, but her harsh words seemed powerless because of her soft tone, and they seemed inexplicably pitiful.

Rong Qingming looked at the woman in front of him who was angry, hurt and aggrieved, and just tried to coax her.

He quickly bowed his head to admit his mistake and comforted her softly, "Okay, okay, it's my fault, my fault. I won't touch you anymore, okay, don't be angry."

"Come, I'll put your makeup back on, don't cry."

He put her slippers on and put her back on the chair in front of the dressing table, preparing to reach for the makeup tools beside her.

Yu Qingyan raised her head and snorted, her face full of arrogance, "Who did you say was crying? I didn't cry. It's all your fault!"

"You, you, don't move!" Seeing his movements, Yu Qingyan immediately stopped him. At this moment, she didn't care about being angry and immediately ordered, "Go wash your hands first, don't touch my face with the hands that touched my feet!"

"Oh!"

Hearing this, Rong Qingming glanced at his hand and slowly withdrew it.

In the end, before leaving, he sneered, "You even despise yourself."

"You!" Yu Qingyan was easily angered by his words again, but she had nowhere to vent her anger because of the man's leaving back. In the end, she could only snort coldly, "Hmph! Forget it, I'm too lazy to bother with you!"

Soon, Rong Qingming came back after washing his hands.

He took a tissue and wiped his hands briefly, then picked up the makeup remover cotton pad beside him and prepared to remove Yu Qingyan's makeup.

"No, there's no need to remove it, just put on some makeup again." Yu Qingyan grabbed his wrist and looked at her face carefully.

"okay."

He obeyed the advice and put down the cotton pad, then picked up the eye shadow palette and eye shadow brush.

"Wait, can you put on makeup?"

Suddenly, Yu Qingyan grabbed his hand again, raised her head and asked.

"Of course, can I say that if I can't make it up?"

Rong Qingming chuckled, broke free from her hand and prepared to get on her face.

"Wait!" Yu Qingyan grabbed him again.

This time, she stood up and stared at him.

"Tell me first, how do you know how to put on makeup?" Yu Qingyan's eyes swept over him, gradually filling with resentment.

"Rong Qingming, you actually had another woman behind my back?" As if she had thought of something, Yu Qingyan's anger soared all the way to the peak, "Sure enough, men are all pigs, they are unreliable!"

Her words were quick and frequent, not giving Rong Qingming any chance to explain himself.

"Break up! I'm definitely going to break up!" As she spoke, she was already certain of Rong Qingming's betrayal and became increasingly angry.

Then she turned around and prepared to pack her things.

"Ayan, stop it!"

The man originally thought that she was really angry and jealous, and was about to be happy, but when he turned around, he saw that she was eager to leave.