"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.