1012: C1012 What else Can Xi Yancheng Do with His Hands

C1012 What else Can Xi Yancheng Do with His Hands

And during this year, Gong Moyi was also very busy.

After entering the army, most of the time it was different from when she was in school.

Although she did not go out for missions recently, the things she needed to learn were many and varied. Her time was almost completely compressed.

Almost all of the soldiers in the airborne brigade that Xiyan Cheng was in were selected from the local areas, and most of them were over 20 years old.

Therefore, Gong Moyi was not only a rare girl, but also the youngest.

Every time in the canteen, everyone would habitually take care of her.

She could not finish her meal. There were people helping her eat. The things she liked were secretly sent to her plate.

The time suddenly came to the Lantern Festival Gala.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the venue had been completely set up.

The host this time was from the Cultural and Cultural Works Group and was currently rehearsing inside.

Gong Moyi still had training assignments in the morning. After finishing her training and eating, she took a shower and rarely put on casual clothes.

The counselor came to her dormitory and asked if she wanted a makeup artist. Gong Moyi smiled and said that she would know.

She put on a skirt and wore a thick coat outside. She sat in front of the dressing table and put on makeup for herself.

At that moment, there was a knock on the door. She didn't look back and only said: "Come in."

She continued to draw her eyes. This required skill, and if it was slightly slanted, it would be very ugly. Thus, with all her concentration, she did not notice the person behind her at all.

After Gong Moyi finished drawing, she realized that someone had knocked on the door just now. So she turned her head to look, only to discover that Xiyan Cheng was standing behind her.

He was dressed in camouflage. His back was straight. She sat and looked at him, making him look taller and taller. Under the light, the badge on his shoulder glittered.

It was rare for him to wear a military cap today. His angular facial features were even more handsome and tough under the cap. His iron-blooded temperament made him look like a metal statue.

He looked down at her and asked, "You haven't drawn your eyebrows yet?"

Gong Moyi nodded, "Yes, I will draw at the end."

Xiyan Cheng nodded and quietly watched her dress.

When Gong Moyi picked up the brow brush and was about to draw, he suddenly stretched out his hand.

Gong Moyi watched helplessly as he took the eyebrow brush from her hand and bent down.

She could not help but take a step back, her back pressed against the back of the chair.

Xiyan Cheng leaned over, one hand on the back of her chair, and the other hand holding the eyebrow brush, wanting to help her draw.

Because he was close, the man's aura instantly hit her face. It was full of aggression, and because of the camouflage on his body, it seemed to give people a sense of oppression that could not be pushed away.

Gong Moyi was locked between the chair and his chest by Xiyan Cheng. She looked at his calm face and used his hand that was always holding a gun, holding her brow brush, and approaching her bit by bit.

Then, she felt an itch on her eyebrows.

Gong Moyi did not move. She only felt that their breathing was too close. His breath had already landed on her face. It was very familiar and also a little strange.

That kind of unfamiliarity belonged to a man to a woman.

She forced herself to breathe calmly and sized him up.2

In fact, when she looked at him like that, she found that although his facial features were tough, they were exquisite. If his skin was a little whiter and he dressed more like a business person, sitting in the office actually did not feel too out of place.

At this moment, his expression was focused. His long and thick eyelashes cast a deep shadow over his eye sockets, making his eyes appear even deeper.

His nose bridge was very straight. Gong Moyi wanted to touch that kind of texture when she saw it. Her fingertips moved and once again suppressed the restless thoughts.

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