Xiao Yu turned her head and couldn't help but burst into laughter at the man. She was so angry she could spit blood. She jumped up and rushed to punch him, "You're so annoying. You must have done it on purpose. It's so ugly."
Gong Ting reached out to grasp her hand that was pounding his chest and then pulled her into his arms, smiling brightly, "I think it's quite pretty, how is it ugly?"
"It's not on your face, of course you don't think it's ugly. Let me go, I want to wash it off." Xiao Yu was really irritated. Every woman wants to look pretty in front of the person they like.
The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. Huge tears rolled down, making Gong Ting's heart ache.
When he said he was going to draw her eyebrows, she was delightfully thinking it was the kind of sweetness described in ancient texts, only for both to lift the tray to the eyebrow height. In the end, it was all wishful thinking on her part.
