Body Nourishing

"Ning, son."

"Hmm? "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong with your face?"

Zhao Shuning's face seemed to be twitching.

Because she wanted to laugh, but could only hold it in.

According to the book, for a normal man to like a girl, no matter how pitiful or delicate, once the man sees a girl like her, no matter what the woman did, he would unconsciously feel sympathy for her as long as he saw her pitiful appearance.

"Huh?"

"There's a copper mirror over there. Ning, son, you can go take a look."

Zhao Shuning walked over.

She almost vomited when she saw her pretentious and bashful expression in the bronze mirror.

He couldn't even bear facing such a face that was asking for a beating. He wondered what kind of expression she had when she looked at his face that was asking for a beating.

Her face twitched again.

Yan Ruyu put on his clothes and carried Zhao Shuning from behind while they looked at her in the mirror.