"I haven't even been made up, like you." "Oh, you don't need to."
Yibo slipped an arm around his waist, guiding him subtly towards the dressing area. The stylists would love Xiao Zhan, his body, his skin. Xiao Zhan was naturally perfect for the industry, despite his complaints and hiding.
"That's what I want," said Carmen Lee. "Let me see you." She came in front of Xiao Zhan, appraising him. "Why haven't I seen you before your pictures with Yibo on Weibo?"
"You don't buy paintings?" Xiao Zhan suggested.
"I can't deny that. I prefer photos, and you, are striking. You're both striking. It's almost an unfair coupling. Hurry to do your makeup and hair. We're already behind, and your boyfriend has an advert shoot after this. His assistant reminded me twice already."