Beauty Master: Blackened scoundrels are sick girls

Ye Qiao found that Dong Zhao was very busy recently.

I was so busy that sometimes I couldn't see anyone for a whole day, and I couldn't see him until I was on the bed at night.

Every time he wanted to ask him what he was up to, he was already soundly asleep.

This time, when he was taking off his coat, Ye Qiao asked anxiously when he saw his tired face, for fear that he would fall asleep and be speechless.

"Azhao, what have you been up to lately?"

"nothing……"

"What is nothing?"

"Ah?" His undressed hand paused, his face deliberately concealing something.

"Tomorrow is the day of Bailang and Xiao Ce's wedding," Ye Qiao said.

"Well, I know I haven't forgotten."

Ye Qiao watched as he climbed onto the bed, lay flat, covered the quilt, and closed his eyes.

He frowned slightly and couldn't bear it anymore, walked to the bed and sat aside.

He reached out and pushed him lightly.

"Azhao, you... We haven't talked properly for several days, can you talk to me?"

As he spoke, he took a closer look at the person lying on the bed. He hadn't seen anyone these few days. After taking a closer look, his face seemed to be much paler, and his lips were not as red as before.

He raised his hand to wipe Dong Zhao's lips, and there was some water-red rouge on his fingertips.

Ye Qiao was taken aback, "Azhao, have you put on your lip makeup?"

When he looked over again, his lips were white without a trace of blood.

He was shocked instantly.

Dong Zhao quickly turned over on his side, with his back to him.

He hesitated and said in a panic: "Love, everyone has a love for beauty. I saw that the men at the foot of the mountain were all wearing makeup, and I followed suit. It's so embarrassing for... Master to find it strange."

"It's getting late, go to sleep, I'm sleepy, I'll go to bed first..."

How could Ye Qiao give up, she stretched out her hand to pull the arm that was holding him back.

"Azhao, turn around and let me take a look."

"Is there something uncomfortable? Why is your face so white?"

"The pale face may be due to too much powder on it, um...it must be too much."

Saying this, Dong Zhao didn't know when Ye Qiao got on the couch, but he forced him to face him face to face.

Only then did he see clearly how pale Dong Zhao's face was, so pale that there was almost no blood, as if all the blood in his body had been drained.

He was terrified, and his heart was tightened immediately.

"What did you do!"

Seeing the frightened expression in his eyes, Dong Zhao felt uncomfortable.

He raised the corner of his mouth and smiled.

"Master, you don't know. White face makeup is popular now. As the saying goes, a white face can cover up a thousand ugliness. I am imitating folk white face makeup."

"Master, do you think I'm a little more handsome than before?"

Ye Qiao stared closely at his bloodshot eyes.

Suspiciously asked, "Are you really okay?"

"It's really fine! How about I prove it to Master?"

Ye Qiao was taken aback, "Prove it? Why, how to prove it?"

As soon as the words fell, Dong Zhao grabbed his wrist with his backhand, hugged his waist and turned over, instantly pressing him under him.

"Ah, Ah Zhao, you... what are you going to do?"

Ye Qiao looked like a frightened little white rabbit, panicking at the man with a wicked smile on his body.

"I want...to prove to Master that I'm alright—"

Dong Zhao smiled at the corner of his mouth and looked at him affectionately. The hand on his waist was strong and powerful, as if he was going to eat him up in the next second.

Ye Qiao's heart was like a deer bumping wildly, making her dizzy and dizzy.

"I, I am your master, you, you dare to..."

His cheeks were flushed and his eyes panicked.

Dong Zhao smiled and leaned down, the two of them pressed close to each other, and the sound of each other's heartbeat was very clear.

He leaned over to Ye Qiao's ear, his voice was very shallow, but every word fell on his ear clearly.

"You, are, my - wife..."

These five words, every word hits the heart.

Ye Qiao was taken aback for a moment, and couldn't believe that those words came out of his mouth.

But what he said next made it too late for him to slow down, every sentence exploded in his heart like a thunderbolt.

"Su Bailang and Xiao Ce have achieved the fruit of their cultivation, and they are going to get married, Master, when will we make this great gift—"

"I said that Master Xu will have an unparalleled wedding. I promise you that you will be dressed in a red robe, and that you will be surrounded by red makeup. You will be full of guests and listen to the congratulatory speech. You will be the only one in the world."

Ye Qiao's eyes were wide open, trembling slightly in panic.

"You, when did you make such a promise with...and me?"

Dong Zhao smiled slightly, his gentleness couldn't be more "last life"...

Ye Qiao looked shocked, "We knew each other in our previous life?"

"Um--"

"Then, have you come here to find me in this life?"

Dong Zhao's eyes became more gentle, and he said softly, "Come here for atonement."

"Atonement?"

"Well, I did a lot of things that I was sorry to Master in my previous life. In my previous life, I actually made Master cry. In this life, I just want to make Master laugh."

Ye Qiao smiled softly.

"I don't believe it, where did I learn the rhetoric."

The hands around Ye Qiao's waist tightened a little more.

His eyes were full of sincerity, "Master, are you willing to marry me?"

Ye Qiao looked at those eyes full of twinkling stars, and smiled brightly with the corners of her lips curled up.

"willing……"

Those two words crashed into Dong Zhao's heart, and bright flowers bloomed.

He hugged the person under him tightly, couldn't be more happy, and couldn't be more excited.

Ye Qiao only felt that his shoulders were wet and cold for a while, and when he looked down, he found that he buried his head in his shoulders and neck, his shoulders shrugged slightly, and he was actually crying.

His heart tightened inexplicably, and he raised his hand to gently stroke his slightly curved back, comforting the person on his body.

"What's the matter? But I promised too happily, you, do you want to go back on your word?"

Dong Zhao raised his teary cheeks and shook his head like a rattle.

Sobbing and sucking in tears, he said quickly: "No, I don't regret it, I will never regret it. I am happy, but I feel that I am too stupid. Master is so good, how can I do so many stupid things..."

Before he finished speaking, his soft lips pressed against his thin lips tightly.

The sweet taste swept through the entire mouth, the soul was stirred, the mind was soaring, and that feeling penetrated the whole body.

He flicked the belt off his body.

Dong Zhao grabbed his wrist and pressed his forehead against his forehead.

"No hurry, master, no hurry..."

"I... I, I still have some things that I haven't told Master. When Master knows everything. If... If you can still accept disciple, disciple will have sex with Master again. If you want to Master, I am afraid that Master will regret it, will..."

Before he finished speaking, Ye Qiao blushed, looked at him with piercing eyes, and uttered three words from her delicate lips.

"No regrets……"

At that moment Dong Zhao could no longer control it, with deep love, guilt, passion, remorse, self-blame, surging, lingering, tenderness...

My love, I am willing to fall into your hands for the rest of my life.

My love, I have exhausted everything in this life to look after you.