The Family of Time Travel Has an Ugly Wife

Chapter 51

The sound of firecrackers was heard outside the house, and in front of the hollow-carved mirror stand, Shan Yu swept across Wan Qiu’s face.

The facial features of Wan Qiu were not very outstanding, but they were soft and gentle.

The most beautiful thing about him was his pair of bright autumn eyes. Shan Yu used a hairstyle with “parted bangs” as a “head curtain” to cover the birthmarks on Wan Qiu’s eyebrows, and then used eyebrow pencil to focus on Wan Qiu’s eyebrows to refine his looks. From the perspective of his eyes, it could be regarded as a very conscious use of strengths and avoidance of weaknesses.

The effect of this was very good. Looking at his masterpiece, Shan Yu had to sigh clothes, hair, makeup, etc. really had such an impact on a person’s appearance.

Especially for people with obvious facial defects such as Wan Qiu, a little change could achieve the effect of plastic surgery.

“Husband? Are you okay?” Wan Qiu was being toyed by Shan Yu for a long time, and when he saw him suddenly being in dazed, he stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Shan Yu’s eyes, wondering: “Husband?”@@@@

“Ah! That...” Shan Yu clenched his fist in his mouth and coughed lightly to cover up his gaffe, and took the hand mirror on the table to Wan Qiu: “Okay, take a look.”

A moment later...

Wan Qiu pressed the mirror face down in his hand and looked at Shan Yu with slightly parted lips in disbelief: “Is this... is this me?”

Shan Yu laughed. He held Wan Qiu’s shoulders and took the small mirror, then opened the mirror box on the table and pointed it out to him.

The man in the mirror had a gentle face, bright eyes, and white teeth, and beautiful smile. His eyes were very bright and lively. Anyone could tell at a glance that he must be extremely happy at that moment.

Wan Qiu reached out and touched his face, looking at himself in the mirror as if he was seeing flowers in the water, murmuring to himself: “Husband... I’m not dreaming, am I?”

Shan Yu rudely knocked on Wan Qiu’s forehead, asked with a smile: “Does it hurt?”

“It hurts!” Wan Qiu happily covered his forehead and laughed, stretched out his hand to explore the red blush and balm on the table, and said in a tone of excitement: “It will look better if you apply lipstick.”

“Stop it!” Shan Yu clasped Wan Qiu’s wrist, took the things used by women in his hands first, and said without any doubt: “In the future, except for eyebrow, you are not allowed to put anything else on your face, especially powder and bluch. Don’t use it anymore.”

Wan Qiu looked at Shan Yu a little aggrieved and asked him why?

“I don’t like it.” A very simple and honest answer.

Wan Qiu wondered which husband would not like his wife to look better? Shouldn’t Shan Yu be happy if he dressed up more?

Thinking of this, he suddenly realized that...

They had already separated, and he was no longer Shan Yu’s wife.

Wan Qiu pursed his lips and nodded in a compromising manner: “Since my husband doesn’t like it, then I won’t use it...”

“Hmm~”

Wan Qiu felt that his lips and tongue were numb and his breathing was not smooth. He was panting and hooked Shan Yu’s neck to open his eyes. When he found that the man’s gaze was fixed on the birthmark at the corner of his eye, he hurriedly reached out to block it but was hugged tighter.

Shan Yu held Wan Qiu firmly in his lap, almost completely seizing him.

He didn’t know how long the kiss lasted, but in the end, when Shan Yu reluctantly let go of Wan Qiu, their lips seemed to be rouged and dripping with blood.

.

The feeling of kissing someone for the first time was really amazing.

Shan Yu felt like he was addicted, and he had to do it almost every time he had free time.

Even though Wan Qiu liked him, his numb and cracked lips couldn’t bear it anymore. He pushed Shan Yu with a red face and said, “Husband, no more.”

At that time, Wan Qiu was busy with the New Year’s Eve dinner in the kitchen, and Shan Yu rubbed the fire while it was burning. He came over, just when the novelty was getting to him, he hugged Wan Qiu and wanted to kiss him: “Kiss again, one last time.”

“That’s what you said just now...”

“It’s true this time.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

Their lips and teeth were close to each other, and they couldn’t get enough of each other.

Shan Yu licked his lips, lowered his head and smacked Wan Qiu’s hot and congested red lips, and said with a smile: “Look at the color, doesn’t it look better than applying lipstick?”

Wan Qiu blushed and nudged Shan Yu’s chest with his elbow: “Okay, husband, I’m kneading dough, please move away.”

“Your mouth is cut, I’m going to get you some medicine to apply, so it won’t bother you.”

Shan Yu buried his head in Wan Qiu’s neck, giving him a neck kiss, and as soon as he left, an uninvited guest arrived.

“You’re back so soon?” Wan Qiu lowered his head and kneaded the noodles in the basin. He didn’t hear a response from the person at the door. He raised his eyes and smiled: “Husband, why are you...”

The person leaning on the door rail was dressed in red, without powder on his forehead, a spot of vermilion between the eyebrows was stunning, and a shining white jade hairpin was loosely tied behind the head to hold the waterfall-like long black hair.

The face was still beautiful even without make up and he looked naturally youthful.

Wan Qiu’s pupils shrink, who was it if it was not Lian Zhou.