When they arrived at one of the friends' homes, they found that the friend was in a very bad mood. After asking him several questions, the friend confided that his wife had some strange "habits": she had made an agreement with him that he could not look at her face at night under any circumstances, and if he did, she would definitely divorce him.
My friend loved his wife dearly and never dared to disobey her. But people are strange; the more something is forbidden to be seen, the more one wants to see it. One night, by chance, he forgot to close the curtains while sleeping. Suddenly, a clap of thunder roared, and a bolt of lightning struck, illuminating the entire room as bright as day. He woke up with a start and looked out the window, only to be shocked to see that his wife had no face…
Linghu Lan finished writing at 5 a.m. the next day. She was a novice and wrote very slowly, practically racking her brains.
For a moment, she thought, "Forget it, I'll stop writing." But then she worried that if she wasn't writing it herself, it wouldn't be effective. So, she had no choice but to bite the bullet and keep writing. Fortunately, hard work pays off. With her previous experience in advertising planning, she managed to put together 5,000 words and bring the story to the part she wanted.
She immediately posted what she had written online, then crawled into bed and went to sleep. She was exhausted from a very busy day.
When I woke up the next day, the sun was already high in the sky.
Linghu Lan rubbed her head, which was still spinning, and walked to the bathroom with sleepy eyes. She glanced at herself in the mirror and was startled awake.
The woman in the mirror had a pale face with delicate and elegant features and a pair of particularly expressive large eyes. However, there was a black flower between her eyebrows. The flower was so black that it shone, and it was almost eerie and bewitching, which made Wenmo's very pleasing and delicate face look a bit more sinister!
Linghu Lan, who had spent many years in the underworld, recognized the flower at a glance as the Lycoris radiata, a flower unique to the underworld.
She reached out and touched her brow; it felt cool and refreshing to the touch, a very pleasant sensation in this season.
"Let's leave it at that for now!" Linghu Lan resigned herself to the drastic change in her appearance, silently turned on the tap, and then froze.
The water flowing from the waterwheel head is red, as red as blood. The blood automatically forms rose-like shapes in the pool, a bewitching and eerie beauty that makes one's heart pound.
However, Linghu Lan is a normal person.
"Ming Hong!!!"
The black spider lily between her brows twitched, and a voice echoed in her mind: "Hmm? You called me!"
"What's going on with this water?" Linghu Lan snapped the tap off, and the red rose spun around for a moment before disappearing.
Ming Hong clearly sensed Linghu Lan's fury and cautiously said, "I'll pursue you!"
Linghu Lan couldn't help but facepalm: "Is this how you pursue girls?"
Humans all love roses.
"Pfft!" Linghu Lan felt as if she had been shot in the knee. "I'm begging you!" she thought. "Humans don't like roses like this."
Ming Hong remained silent for a long time, then said in a wronged tone, "I specifically drew it according to the shape of a rose."
Linghu Lan: "..."
She looked intently at the spider lily on her forehead in the mirror and said, word by word, "Be good and pursue me the way I like. I don't like roses like this."
"So what kind do you like?"
I like the way you are.
The red spider lilies shimmered with a faint light, clearly indicating that Ming Hong was in a very good mood.
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