[Quick Transmigration] Beauty Guide

Ying Xun was woken up by being licked by the cat.

A cat's tongue is born with countless small and soft white thorns, and it has a special rough texture when licked, like rubbing a small abrasive brush on its cheeks, which feels annoying and refreshing.He lazily opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was the luxurious crystal chandelier in the middle of the ceiling, and then his field of vision slowly expanded with the return of consciousness, and it was the entire painted zenith painting.

The rooms of ancient Western nobles are all exquisite and elegant.

At this time, he was lying on his back on KingSize's snow-white soft pure oak bed, and that grueling black-skinned fat cat was just lying on his chest, licking his big head persistently against his white neck like a baby, Ying Xun Stretching out his hand to touch the fat cat's glossy fur, his eyes wandered around the room: "998, are you awake?"

[My consciousness is synchronized with yours, and I will stay awake when you are awake. 】

A fist-sized white ball jumped onto his shoulder, and two obsidian-like black eyes stared at him.

[By the way, you don't plan to take care of that cat, it will ruin your pajamas. 】

Ying Xun lowered his head when he heard that, the damn fat cat was bending over and doing indescribable things to his chest.

As if sensing his gaze, the black cat raised its head and looked at him, its green pupils full of aggression.The surprise and bewilderment in the young man's eyes made it even more excited. With a roar, the black cat suddenly accelerated its advance. The battle was so fierce that the pajamas on the young man's chest were all ravaged and crumpled. lump.

"..."

Ying Xun took a deep breath, grabbed the black cat by the back of the neck and slammed it against the door.

"Lu Sifu, why don't you go to the sun, you dead cat! Grass!"

The black cat slumped to the ground softly, and let out a loud cry unwillingly, which meant "you little bitch will spread your legs and beg me to fuck you sooner or later".Before it finished meowing, a goose-feather pillow slammed down violently, and the black cat immediately exploded into a hedgehog. Just as someone opened the door, it quickly slipped away with its tail between its legs.

The pillow bounced meaninglessly on the ground, and was gently picked up by a pair of delicate hands. The young man dressed as a butler walked to the bed with a gentle and doting look on his face: "Yes, did that cat make you angry again?" ?”

The young man has a tall and sexy figure. The black and white slim-fit suit perfectly outlines his perfect figure. His soft black hair is combed back meticulously, revealing a smooth white forehead and dreamy lavender eyes, showing a reserved and elegant appearance. The beauty of abstinence, he is slightly lowering his head at this time, a few strands of hair fell to his forehead, adding a bit of softness and elegance.

It makes people feel like a spring breeze, and they have a good impression inadvertently.

"What does it have to do with you?"

Ying Xun raised his head with a cold expression: "Since when are you qualified to speculate on my mind?"

During the conversation, several maids walked into the room respectfully, their appearances were plain, and their manners could be considered elegant. They held the shiny silver plate in their hands, and various utensils related to getting up were lying on it, waiting for the master's blessing. Xun wiped his face with a wet towel, drank tea and rinsed his mouth, then waved them all back.

He lazily got off the bed and walked towards the closet, the buttons on his chest were undone casually, the silk pajamas slipped from his shoulders and were immediately stepped on the ground by his white feet.He stood in the middle of the room without any cover, letting the morning sun caress his beautiful body, with an arrogant expression like a cub who knew nothing about the sky and the earth: "Ansair, come and help me choose clothes."

The young man smiled helplessly, and picked out a slightly plain one from the complicated and gorgeous clothes to put on for him. He lowered his head and fastened the buttons on his chest with a low and gentle voice: "Although Ying likes gorgeous colors, but I still think light colors suit you best, like when we first met."

Ying Xun raised his eyes, and his cold eyes fell on the other's lips. His lips were extremely beautiful, with a light color, like the tender cherry blossoms that had just bloomed, which made people feel pity.He raised his head and bit it mercilessly, closing his eyes to savor the fishy sweetness that belonged to him alone: ​​"You know how to piss me off."

The young man was stunned, and then he hugged his waist and kissed back piously. His slender eyelashes trembled slightly with joy, like a newborn butterfly fluttering its wings with a beautiful yearning for the sky: "Should..."

Such a soft call, gentle, nostalgic, with an intimacy that no one else has, makes people's heart tremble slightly.

[Ansair—favorability degree 100—blackening value 30]

"Oh, the attribute of his pure white lotus is difficult to deal with, and the blackening value can't always go up."

【_(:з」∠)_】

"Go away, I knew you would send this emoji."

Ying Xun rolled his eyes indiscriminately, and then pressed the young man against the cabinet door, pinching his chin with his slender, white fingers, and his nails made a clear mark on the flawless skin: "Keep in mind your identity, You're just a little thing for my entertainment, Ansair."

"Oh, you don't deserve that name anymore."

He walked out of the room, turned around and smiled as if remembering something.

"Good morning, Cinderella."

Cinderella, a dirty girl covered in ashes.

The name came from his younger brother Carl. Ansair was the child of the original wife of the hard worker. He married with his mother, and Carl was a veritable young master of gold, a pure blood of the Hudson family.He is still young, but he has already inherited his mother's shrewd and calculating mind, knowing how to humiliate those he hates unscrupulously by using his ignorant and pure appearance.

Mr. Hudson doesn't seem to have any nostalgia for his dead wife at all, and his attitude towards Ansair is not as good as that of his unrelated child, but he is not very favored. Staying here is entirely based on the mother's stable hostess status and Karl's almost paranoid dependence on him.

As soon as Ying Xun stepped into the restaurant, he was thrown into his arms. Karl wrapped his arms around his waist tightly, and rubbed his head on his chest.A child is the worst and the most innocent. To the person he likes, he is as harmless as a cute little rabbit. The boy's soft and waxy voice rang in his ears: "Should..."

"Call me brother."

When Karl was absorbing nutrients in his mother's stomach, his father was still lingering on the sick bed. This child was a real green hat. In addition, what his mother did would be called a third-party dribbler in modern times. It should be Everyone despised the script, Ying Xun didn't have much affection for this younger brother, but he didn't dislike it either. If he had to describe it, it should feel like plain water, with a faint taste.

Ying Xun reached out and stroked his hair, then nodded to the woman at the end of the long dining table: "Mother."

"Good morning, dear Ying."

After all, she was a woman from the countryside. Even though she was dressed gorgeously and had exquisite makeup, she still lacked a bit of the elegance cultivated by aristocratic families.But she is a complete beauty, her gorgeous appearance can offset all the shortcomings, at this moment she gently put down the tableware, and smiled at him reservedly, Ying Xun felt that he really liked her.

"Good morning, you are really getting more and more beautiful."

This sentence is definitely a sincere compliment, but the woman can't help but suffocate.

In order to enter the upper class, she climbed up to the wealthy Mr. Hudson by all means. Although she won a good life, she still felt ashamed of this child and her poor husband who died of illness.She also thought about using maternal love to make up for it, but whenever she met those gentle and alienated amber eyes, the indifferent eyes that saw through everything made her unable to say anything.

He fully understands, but never forgives.

The woman smiled bitterly, and gently beckoned him to sit down.

Breakfast is classic black tea and honey toast. The bread is fried brown on both sides, crispy on the outside and soft on the inside. It is also full of frankincense of milk. Delicious food and beautiful love are things that can make people feel very happy. You should take your time Tasting it carefully, he whispered to Ansair to pour him a cup of black tea.

Mr. Hudson is engaged in maritime trade, and he can hardly be seen at home. Among the remaining three, Ying Xun is too lazy to speak. Women don't know how to talk to him. In order to make a good impression on dear Ying, Carl eats a lot. Very gentle, only a pair of watery eyes looked at him desperately.

The dining room was filled with dead silence, except for the soft sound of silver knives and forks colliding with porcelain plates. After a while, the woman spoke softly, in a cautious tone of discussion: "Yes, Carl has reached the age for playing musical instruments. You can teach Teach him?"

"I don't think I can outperform a professional teacher."

"You know Carl's character. He likes you and only listens to you."

The child never listened to what he said, most likely because he owed a beating.

Ying Xun put down the tableware, looked at the boy opposite with a cold expression: "Carl, is that so?"

A boy who is always tolerated and pampered, once he meets a certain high mountain flower who doesn't take him seriously, and that person's appearance and behavior just happen to suit him, this person will easily become the white moonlight in his heart , unlike love that fades with the passage of time, this is an unattainable longing that will never become rice particles stuck to clothes.

He will try his best to get that person's approval, because that person is special.

Ying Xun is such an existence to Karl.

He is handsome and elegant, cold and gentle. He has read books that he can't finish reading in his life. He is as beautiful as an angel, but his lukewarm attitude towards him makes him suffer a lot, like a sinner punished by the devil, but What about angels and demons? In short, they should be special.He likes to be close to him, likes to smell the clear spring water on his body, and seeing the other person's indifferent and helpless look, he will always feel a different kind of satisfaction in his heart.

He loved the feeling to death.

Carl opened his eyes wide, looking sincere and sincere: "Well, it will be fine if you come and teach me."

Ying Xun raised his eyebrows. Just as he was about to slam his hand to refuse, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the young man's fingers trembling slightly as he poured tea for him.Ansair has a beauty that makes women jealous, with exquisite facial features, and his complexion is as clear as ice and snow. When the sun shines on his hands, the curved fingertips seem to be about to turn into water vapor and dissipate.

Oops, he's nervous.

When they fell in love when they were young, Ansair had an almost crazy obsession with him playing the piano. He liked him sitting in front of the clear French windows and playing elegant and beautiful melodies for him, while he would play the piano from behind. She hugged him, closed her eyes and gently kissed the bare skin of his neck.

That pure time that can't go back.

Ying Xun nodded, with a calm voice: "Okay, after all, my piano is not bad."

The teapot fell to the ground with a thud, the sound of porcelain shattering cut the silence to pieces, and the bright tea soup splashed everywhere, like a big puddle of desolate and sad blood, Ansair bent over to pick up the teapot on the ground. fragments, the voice trembled slightly: "Sorry."

He bumped into those sharp cuts masochistically, blood trickled down his fingertips, tick-tock, white hands, red blood, the contrast was stark, almost decisive, and there was a hint of despair in the determination.While gathering the pieces together, he wondered blankly, why didn't he die? His cunning and beautiful lover was long gone, and his throat was strangled by his own hands. At that time, his clear eyes were full of tears, and he lowered Begging him to let him go, and what did he do?

Ying Xun looked at the young man kneeling on the ground, his eyes lit up: "Has the 998 blackening value increased?"

【_(:з」∠)_I have to say that the white lotus is truly stunning. 】

"...Lao Tzu has now become a sick slag of a snake spirit, what does he want from me?"

[What can I do, I am also very sad. 】

Ying Xun rolled his evil and wild eyes, grabbed the young man's wrist and walked out of the restaurant.

Warm blood dripped on his hands, and the gap between his hands was filled with blood. Ying Xun pursed his lips and turned his head to look at Ansair beside him. He was hanging his head, his eyes were dim.

The original Ans Aire wasn't like that.

Thinking about it, Ying Xun's thoughts suddenly returned to the beginning.

The author has something to say:

The timeline of this world is a bit chaotic, the combination of positive narrative + memory killing, it should be no problem to see the back slowly.

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