Second Master, Madam, she is planning to kill someone again!

Si Youyuan.

Su Qiao came out of the shower and put on the white skirt instead of pajamas.

She stood in front of the mirror, and the warm lamp in the bathroom made her look extremely gentle.

Shen Xiujin has a very good eye. This skirt really suits her very well. It is a very clean soft white color, is ankle-length, and has a halter neck design, revealing her beautiful shoulders and neck.

Su Qiao pulled up her hair with a piece of wood, revealing her beautiful white face. She went to the mirror and took a serious look. She always felt that something was missing...

The lip color is too pale.

Su Qiao opened the drawer and found a whole drawer of unopened big-name lipsticks, all prepared by the old lady for her. The cabinet was also full of skin care products of brands she couldn't understand, exuding the smell of money.

Su Qiao took a cigarette from it. She didn't understand this, but the lipstick was called 'Life' and she thought it was very romantic.

Su Qiao put on lipstick for the first time. She looked in the mirror and painted it bit by bit. The red lips were obviously red, and she felt her heart beat faster.

There is a vague expectation and happiness that cannot be described.

But the face in the mirror suddenly became dazed...

'Pa-ta--'

The lipstick in her hand fell to the ground and she lost sight of it again.

My eyes hurt...

Su Qiao put his hands on the edge of the marble, enduring the dark and helpless pain. When he opened his eyes again, he saw the same pale face in the mirror.

But the lips are red and look good...

Su Qiao let out a shaky breath.

She is not a fool. She has suffered such unprovoked severe pain and blindness since she left the alien space and escaped from the evil star...

Su Qiao raised her hand and touched her eyes.

The eye of the past life has not been taken out...

"Xiao Qiao?" Shen Xiujin's worried voice came from outside the door, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Su Qiao didn't want to ruin the surprise tonight. She smiled, walked towards the door, held the door handle, pursed her lips and smiled a little shyly, "You... um, I've changed into my skirt."

There was silence at the door for a moment.

No sound.

Su Qiao put her ear to the door, "Ajin?"

She could feel Shen Xiujin's breath, but she didn't hear his voice.

There was a loud "bang" sound, and something fell over.

Su Qiao immediately opened the door and rushed out worriedly. It was dark outside without turning on the lights. She saw the wood carvings on the wall falling to the ground.

Su Qiao's heart trembled, nameless nervousness and uneasiness filled her heart, but before it could spread, she was embraced by Shen Xiujin from behind.

"Did I fool you?" He leaned into her ear and asked with a low smile.

Su Qiao was angry and anxious, turned around and punched him.

"Are you crazy? You scared me to death! I thought something was wrong with you!"

She was really anxious, and the panic in her eyes hadn't faded away.

Shen Xiujin grabbed her hand, held it in his palm, and turned on the wall lamp with the other hand.

He clearly saw his little rose, put on the white dress he chose, it was so beautiful that he couldn't move his eyes away.

Shen Xiujin gently stroked her crimson lips with his fingertips and murmured warmly: "Mrs. Shen... I have married a treasure."

He carried his baby towards the soft bed.

The long white skirt sinks into the dark sheets, like a flower blooming from hell.

The warm light is ambiguous.

Shen Xiujin stared down at the person below him, the aggression and possessiveness in his eyes extremely clear.

Su Qiao swallowed nervously.

Why do I have the illusion that I am cleaning myself and waiting to be eaten...

"This skirt...does it look good on me?" She was so nervous that she had nothing to say.

A faint smile escaped from Shen Xiujin's chest, "It's beautiful."

He answered calmly, but his eyes were deep and fiery, and his hand movements were more direct. He lifted up her skirt and got in...

Shen Xiujin bit the soft flesh on the side of her neck and said hoarsely: "White matches you very well..."

The delicate kiss moved from her neck to her lips.

Shen Xiujin tasted the sweetness of lipstick.

Her lip gloss was completely messed up, and her long hair was spread messily behind her. She had a kind of eroded beauty, like a desecrated saint. Her eyes were innocent but hooked. When she looked at him wetly, Shen Xiujin's breath was hooked. A bit heavier.

The more emotional he becomes, the more silent he becomes.

"what……"

Su Qiao let out a soft cry and was turned over.

The invisible zipper hidden in the white lace was found on the back, and was pulled down inch by inch. The skin, as white and tender as cream, was exposed to the air and trembled slightly...

Su Qiao felt the man's hot and lingering breath, seeping into her cold skin bit by bit as the zipper was pulled down.

Instead of using his hands, he uses his mouth...