Su Qingluan only felt a sharp pain across her face, and then felt a burning sensation on her face.

All the sleepiness that had been in her trance vanished in an instant. Su Qingluan opened her eyes abruptly, only to find that the "perfect lady" in front of her was probably also frightened by her earth-shattering scream, staring at her with a look of horror.

Not to mention the "perfect lady", all the women around her who were busy with her makeup were staring at her with bewildered expressions.

"Madam Su..." Madam Shiquan asked tentatively, "Madam, did you have a nightmare just now?"

Su Qingluan was stunned and shook her head: "No." Before she fell asleep completely, she felt like she was hit hard in the face, and her face was burning with pain.

Thinking of this, Su Qingluan felt that the burning sensation on her face had dissipated a little, but there was still a dull pain. It was obviously not a complete illusion or a dream.

"I... I feel a little pain on my face." You didn't do anything weird to me, did you? Su Qingluan muttered in her heart.

Madam Shiquan looked as if she had suddenly realized something: "So, madam is afraid of pain, but it doesn't matter. It does hurt a little to have the face opened, but it's the same for all brides." As she spoke, she took something and hit Su Qingluan's face again.

Then, Su Qingluan felt that burning sensation, as if a layer of skin was peeled off, coming back again.

This time she was mentally prepared and did not scream, but she still shuddered in pain and quickly looked at the hand of the "Perfect Lady".

The lady Shiquan didn't hold any sharp blades in her hand, but a thin cotton thread - and unlike the ordinary white cotton thread, the cotton thread used today was red. It seemed that the dyeing technology of this red color was not very good, because the part of the cotton thread that was tightly held and wrapped around the hand had already faded slightly.

"Is this... opening the face?" Because the cotton thread was very close to her face, Su Qingluan had to adjust the distance between her eyes if she wanted to focus her sight on it, and her eyes were almost cross-eyed.

Madam Shiquan was very surprised, and her expression was a little strange: "Why, your mother didn't tell you this?"

Su Qingluan quickly shook her head: "My mother said so! But... but I didn't expect that the face-opening would be like this..." In Su Qingluan's understanding, the face-opening that Yang called "an important step in the bride's makeup" should be "washing the face clean to facilitate makeup application" or something like that.

Unfortunately, she guessed the result but not the process - "face opening" is actually to use cotton thread to wring out the fluff on the woman's face to make the face look smoother and cleaner. This will not only make her look fair and tender, but also make makeup less likely to cake.

After all, the "cosmetic" particles of this era are far from having the delicate texture of later generations.

Su Qingluan suddenly realized: No wonder she felt a burning pain on her face just now. How could it not hurt to shave the hair off her face? Would this really not inflame the hair follicles? Su Qingluan doubted it in her heart.

However, she knew that she couldn't ask these questions, at least not at this time. Otherwise, in the eyes of outsiders, it would be considered that Yangshi's mother's "premarital education" was inadequate and would be criticized.

Thinking of "premarital education", Su Qingluan couldn't help but want to cover her face silently - she never expected that one day, she would have the opportunity to "appreciate" erotic pictures with others.

In fact, Su Qingluan lived in the era of information explosion in her previous life. If she said she had never come into contact with similar things, she would definitely be lying. Moreover, the things Su Qingluan came into contact with were of a higher level - real people, the kind that could move.

It's not that she is particularly interested in it. After all, for someone who has been sick since college, the biggest hope is to live a healthy life. As for other things like food, sex, and matters between men and women, she is basically very indifferent to them.

However, everyone has a few friends with heavier tastes, not to mention that there are advertisements everywhere on the Internet, so Su Qingluan was fortunate enough to "watch" several male-female and male-male action movies, and was surprised at the actors' good flexibility.

But this kind of thing is just a tacit glance between people, and then sharing links and seeds, things that you read secretly under the covers. If you take it out and "share" and "comment" with others openly, or even discuss "practical methods", that is another issue.

What's more, because of her own mental age, although Su Qingluan regarded Yang and Su Guangfu as very important family members, she could not really treat them as her parents, but just as friends of similar age.

But it was obvious that even if they were just friends, they were definitely different from the friends in the previous life who could smile at each other and share beautiful photos of male Bodhisattvas. So when Su Qingluan recalled the way Yang took out the small erotic pictures and wanted to "tell her in detail" in a mysterious way, Su Qingluan's first feeling was not shyness, but embarrassment of tapping her toes on the ground.

Fortunately, this expression of embarrassment and shyness is very similar, otherwise Su Qingluan would really find it difficult to explain why she seemed to be indifferent to the erotic pictures.

When Su Qingluan came to her senses, she felt like her head had become at least two or three pounds heavier. Sun Guixiang, who was helping, took a bronze mirror and showed Su Qinlao her face: "Qingluan, look at how beautiful you look now! You're like a fairy from heaven!"

The women in the room immediately started to joke, "The groom is so lucky" and "Whose fairy has fallen down?"

At this time, Yang, who had been greeting female guests outside, came in with her little daughter. The women in the house then called out to Yang to come and take a look.

Yang led Su Xueyan in. Because it was a family send-off today, the mother and daughter were dressed very festively, although they were not wearing bright red clothes.

Su Xueyan was wearing a light pink chest-length skirt today. Her bra was standing upright with bells tied to it with pink ribbons. The bells jingled crisply every time she jumped, making her look lively and cute.

Yang probably felt that she was old, and although she should dress festively, she also had to look solemn. So she wore a crimson jacket with an apricot-yellow cross-collared and straight-hem dress underneath. The hanging belt and accessories were also crimson, embroidered with patterns of flowers competing for spring, which made her look grand and dignified.

Su Qingluan once again marveled at her mother's aesthetic sense.

At this moment, Yang was also carefully looking at Su Qingluan in her gorgeous dress. At first, she nodded with joy and comfort, but as she looked at her, tears welled up in her eyes for some reason.

Su Qingluan looked at Yang like this, and for some reason, her nose felt sore.

Seeing this, the people around hurriedly advised: "Alas, it's auspicious to cry on such a happy day."

"That's right, wipe your tears quickly, don't let your makeup get ruined by crying."

"Yeah, I should be smiling today."