The thousand-year-old beauty in the coffin (43)

Fu Shang wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt that this girl seemed to be more beautiful than she was before.

"Hello,"

Fu min nodded at he Wei. She took out a lipstick in front of the mirror and carefully touched up her lip makeup.

The woman in the mirror was unbelievably beautiful.

Jiang Fu's face was really beautiful. It was a kind of aggressive beauty that was aggressive and aggressive.

Fu Shang was admiring his own beauty in the mirror.

Then, she discovered something that could be called horrifying.

Standing in front of the mirror was a girl called he Wei. She was washing her hands with her head lowered.

However, the girl in the mirror was tidying her hair.

The level of horror was no less than playing rock-paper-scissors in front of a mirror, and then ... He had won.

Fu min's dark pupils shrunk.

At this moment, the bathroom was unusually quiet, and it was a little eerie.