Although my back straightened up. But he still couldn't suppress the invasion of cold. My legs were shaking. My teeth couldn't help but chatter. Watching Jasper Murong and the others having breakfast. The smile he pulled out was as stiff as a puppet. He still held the feather fan in his hand. "Haha. Mr. Feng. Long time no see. Mr. Feng is having a good time here. I don't know if my companions are here."
Elara was planning to take a sip of wine to warm up and then go out for a walk. I looked up and saw this person. Immediately one mouthful choked in my throat. Not squirting out already means you have good self-control.
Others also twitched their mouths. The rest of the people in the inn lowered their heads so much that they almost touched the table. He gritted his teeth and suppressed laughter.
Just because of Mr. Lou’s face. I don’t know what to think. It was actually covered with a thick layer of powder. The face is hairy. It looks more like it is riddled with holes. It seems like the powder will keep falling off. Make one part deep and one shallow. A pair of cloudy little eyes were surrounded by a circle of dark circles so deep that even the powder could not cover them. It's even more terrifying against the white powder.
Look from a distance. If it's night. Probably like a skull. Fortunately, I didn't put on two lumps of rouge. But the lips were obviously rouged with rouge. It looked really miserable. It's like eating roast pig without wiping your mouth.
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