Ichiban Blush Blush の小説・ストーリー

Lucky Tatiana. "I like your hair. Are you a natural blonde?" Tatiana is still playing with Kristen's hair. "Yes, I'm natural blonde." She adds, blushing a little. "But to be honest I have always wanted to have pink highlights." "Pink highlights?" I blurt out. I should talk more because everytime I open my mouth she looks at me. "Yes, I have always wanted to have a bit of pink in my hair. In my head it looks so cool but my mom said no."

We were sitting at the kitchen island, the remains of breakfast pushed aside for a mountain of paint chips and furniture catalogs. "They look exactly the same," I pointed out, tapping the two pink squares. "They are fundamentally different," Aria corrected, biting her lip in concentration. "Blush has cool undertones. Petal is warm. The lighting in the guest room—I mean, the nursery—is eastern facing, so we need..." She trailed off, her brow furrowing.

God must be very cruel. "About certificate. I have my 12 mark sheet alone. Nothing else" she said carefully so that he could agree to it without enquiring further about her. He nodes without any question. He doesn't want to question her. ***** Ishika dressed up carefully. She doesn't like anyone helping her in dresses. Especially when she loved too much to dress herself. She did her hair to the most beautiful way that made her blush at her own self. Blue is not her favourite colour. But she can never be this much beautiful other than blue. Sandy knows way more than her.

he teased, pinching my nose and then my cheeks. That made me feel even giddier. Still, I kept a straight face, doing my best not to smile too much. “Brand name? Saelas Margaux. Mr. Professor,” I said, standing up quickly so he wouldn’t notice I was blushing hard and smiling like crazy behind his back. “I’ll always buy you that blush. It looks good on you,” he said as he stood up. Then he patted my head before walking ahead. “Come on. Every second is gold,” he added.

Today, she wears a blue business suit, a color that is neither dark nor light, but it enhances her inherent pure beauty, especially her snow-white skin. Her makeup was not too heavy, but the peach orange color brought out all the essence of her face from her eyes to the bridge of her nose or her lips. Lang Tinh vaguely remembered the time they went to eat together in his previous life, also at this restaurant, but because she begged him to go, this life he volunteered himself, perhaps he also wanted to shorten the time to conquer to Officially in love. During the meal, both of them just stared at each other for a long time, not saying a word to each other, in the depths of their eyes was a h

The only thing that stands out is my hair which has a gradient that resembles blood, the part near the hair leather is of an intense wine that goes down to the tips until they become a bright red, my lips are outlined in the same way. Lilith, on the other hand, is wearing a dress that has the colors of the BlueMoon pack, similar to mine, but much simpler, while Jenny's has the colors of the SilverRage, which differs are the decorations in white tones, like angelic feathers attached and deconstructed to stay in the fabric. "Thank you, my lord. I am honored by your compliment" I replied courteously. "These are my lady's companions, Jenny LeBlanc and Lilith Campbell." I introduced the two, alth

“This is your size. Someone specifically picked this out for you.” My face is on fire. “Was it a guy?” Jazz’s eyes light up. “Oh my God, was it a guy?” “No!” “It’s like it’s a guy,” Indie chimed in. “Look at her face!” “It wasn’t—there’s no guy—” “Then why are you blushing?” “I’m not blushing!” “You’re literally the color of a tomato right now.”

In comparison, the cream rouge is better, and the color of the cheeks is more even. Looking at the box of blush in hand, the color isn't bright red, not orange-red. It is dull and dry and looks like it is dehydrated. Use the tip of a wooden hairpin to pick up a little and rub it with your fingers. It seems to be mixed with other things. After kneading it, it took more than ten times to get rid of the grainy feeling of fine sand, but even after kneading it, it was not refreshing. It felt very oily. Selena couldn't help shook her head.

I engulfed her waist with one arm while the other stayed on her cheeks, as my thumb was still on her lips. Her cheeks, were bright pink, matching the colour of her lips. If there is something that adds more beauty to her, it’s not makeup, it’s her blush. She looks so damn beautiful. “I told you, I wouldn’t be able to control myself if you do that, didn’t I?”

Grabbing her matching shorts she pulls them on as well, looking at herself in the mirror she smiles as she pulls the towel off her head. Combing it with her brush she smiles as she lets it hang down, over her shoulders and down her back, she loved the color maroon, not sure what it was but it was just a beautiful color. Hearing the door open she puts her sugar skull kimono on, walking out she sees one of his men, “I’m sorry, I thought you were someone else..” she blushes pulling her kimono shut.