"Close?"
Qiuxiang suddenly flashed her beautiful eyes, stretched out her jade hand, and touched Yan Qi's forehead boldly: "Brother Qi, you don't have a fever either, why are you talking nonsense?"
Yan Qi would not let go of a good opportunity to take advantage. He took the opportunity to grab Qiuxiang's little hand and played with it wantonly: "When did I tell you a lie?"
Qiuxiang wanted to take her hand out, but Yan Qi held it tightly and kept scratching her palm. An itch spread from her palm. She felt very comfortable and her body was weak and weak, so she let Yan Qi hold her. The little hands do mischief.
"How come Seventh Brother, a handsome man, knows the art of disguise? This is something only girls can do."
Yan Qi shook his head: "You equate disguise with makeup. Big mistake! Absolutely wrong! In fact, there is no equivalence between the two."
"Makeup is just a tool for entertainment, and it just makes people look more beautiful. But the art of disguise is an all-round change in the voice, smile, behavior, and form. To put it more exaggeratedly, the art of disguise can make a person Become a different person.”
Qiuxiang raised her red lips and said Nunuo: "Brother Qi, where did you learn the art of disguise? Don't you just know a few things and show it off to a little girl like me?"
Yan Qidao: "Don't worry about where I learned it. It's all right. Now I'll show it to you."
He went out to find Qu Feng, asked for some gypsum, added water, and mixed it evenly.
Yan Qi used to be a well-known strategic think tank in China. He often visited various countries in secret, giving advice and guidance.
His voice and smile have long been known to everyone. If he didn't change his appearance, he would be easily assassinated by the enemy.
Therefore, the organization has equipped him with a level nine disguise master. Through the combination of various props and the superb skills of the disguise master, he can create different images for him.
Even fingerprints can be faked.
Yan Qi is extremely smart. He often communicates with the disguise master next to him and has learned five or six points from this master of disguise.
However, the disguise technique requires a lot of props. Yan Qi currently lacks all the props. The disguise technique must have been discounted by another five points, but even so, it is enough to recreate a stand-in that is five points similar to Qiuxiang.
Coupled with the dim lighting and shape, most people can't tell the difference at all when they glance back.
Watching Yan Qi stir the plaster, Qiu Xiang asked: "What are you doing, Brother Qi, stirring the plaster?" Yan Qi smiled at Qiu Xiang's charming face: "I'll put a facial mask on you in a moment? Do you like it?"
Qiuxiang touched her delicate face: "Are you applying a facial mask? For beauty or beauty? Where is the facial mask? I really want to try it."
Yan Qi pointed at the plaster: "This is the facial mask."
Qiuxiang took a step back in fright: "Brother Qi is playing tricks on me, I don't want it. This is plaster, not a facial mask?"
"That's not up to you."
With a smirk on her face, Yan Qi grabbed Qiu Xiang, held her across her thigh, grabbed the plaster, and applied it to Qiu Xiang's charming little face.
"It's so ugly."
Qiuxiang curled her pink mouth, trying to resist, twisting her small waist vigorously, twisting left and right, forward and back, but she still couldn't escape Yan Qi's embrace.
When she squirmed her buttocks, she felt her buttocks tremble, and a wooden prong protruded from her buttocks, which made her panic.
Half of Qiuxiang's body went limp, her face turned red, she gave Yan Qi a charming look and said, "You bad guy, what bad things are you thinking about?"
Yan Qi was innocent: "Please, my Qiuxiang, it's not that I'm impure, but that you deliberately tempted me. You rocked back and forth in my arms. As long as you're a man, you can't have no reaction."
"The big bad guy knows how to belittle me."
Qiuxiang thought the same thing, blaming herself for being careless and irritating Brother Qi, who was so scared that he never dared to shake his butt again.
However, 'Xiao Yanqi' was stimulated and refused to bow her head. She held her head high and challenged Qiuxiang fiercely.
Qiuxiang was very shy and wanted to get off Yan Qi's lap. If this continued, once 'Xiao Yan Qi' went crazy, it would be like thunder from heaven and fire on earth.
But Yan Qi said seriously: "Don't move. Applying a facial mask is a very delicate job. If all my efforts are wasted, I have to apply it again."
"Huh? This..."
Qiuxiang didn't want to do it all over again, so she had to tighten her legs and use them as a shield to stop 'Xiao Yan Qi' from attacking the city.
Under attack and defense, the itching spread to the center of the legs, the body became limp and weak, and the strange feeling spread to all the limbs like an electric discharge.
Qiuxiang is very shy, but she enjoys this overwhelming feeling. Even if she is driven down now, she doesn't want to go down. She snuggles softly in Yan Qi's arms.
Smelling the refreshing breath of Yan Qi's body, a feeling of happiness at being loved welled up in her heart. Yan Qi looked serious, but he was secretly happy.
Qiuxiang's buttocks are not only soft, but also plump and elastic. They stick tightly to his thighs. They are wearing very little, and their skins are squeezed together. This kind of stimulation is self-evident.
Yan Qi's concentration was very strong, and luckily Qiu Xiang no longer pinched her buttocks, otherwise, this guy would still be applying a ridiculous mask, making circles and criss-crossings.
Under the overlapping stimulation, Yan Qi finally applied a plaster mask on Qiu Xiang.
Half an hour later, the plaster mask had completely solidified.
Yan Qi took off the plaster mask.
Qiuxiang's body was limp and her thighs were already soaked. She had no nerve to rest on Yan Qi's lap and entered the bathroom with her small waist twisted.
After a long time, Qiuxiang came out with a blushing face and changed into a skirt.
Yan Qi asked: "Why did you go to the bathroom?"
Qiuxiang blushed and said, "Wash your face!"
Yan Qi blinked: "Then why are you changing your skirt? Isn't it the new skirt you wore this morning?"
Qiuxiang was so embarrassed that she gave Yan Qi a charming look: "You have to take care of me. Brother Qi is a big bad guy and he is getting worse and worse."
"Ha ha!"
Yan Qi knew very well that Qiuxiang must have been flooded by the Yellow River. It would be uncomfortable if she didn't change her skirt.
It seems that my flirting skills are still very good, and my sword is still young.
Qiuxiang picked up the plaster mask, looked at it over and over for a while, and curiously asked Yan Qi: "What is the use of this mask?"
Yan Qidao: "This mask has already outlined the general outline of your face. This is just the first step. Then, find your substitute, use the mask to shape the substitute's face, and fill it with some materials that imitate skin. Create a small face like Qiuxiang.”
Qiuxiang suddenly realized: "It turns out that the plaster mask is of such great use. I thought Brother Qi was deliberately playing a trick on me and made me feel uncomfortable for so long."
Yan Qi winked: "Why do you feel uncomfortable when you are sitting in my arms? Where do you feel uncomfortable? Let me show you."
"Big bad guy, you're here again, I'm ignoring you."
How could Qiuxiang show Yan Qi where she felt uncomfortable? Wouldn't it make her feel more uncomfortable the more she looked at it? He gave Yan Qi a hard look and pushed Yan Qi out hard.
"Qiuxiang, let's meet tomorrow."
Yan Qi didn't have time to delay. She left the Lin Mansion with the plaster mask and thought to herself: "Who can I find to be Qiuxiang's substitute?"
