The Exquisite Boy

The next day, after Qiao Yue got up and washed up, she sprayed herself with the perfume.

The faint woody scent permeated the room, its distinct smell mind-clearing.

Qiao Yue's fragrance followed as she descended the stairs.

This smell really suited Qiao Yue, as if it belonged to her.

"The perfume that second brother got you really suits you," Qiao Yu said.

Qiao Xin asked quickly, "What about me? I'm using the make-up that second brother got me."

Qiao Xin's make-up was always heavy. Qiao Yu chuckled. "You had better remove what you have on and put on lighter make-up. That way, you won't be questioned by your form teacher."

Qiao Xin pouted unhappily.

Qiao Jing's favoritism towards Qiao Yue was getting more obvious. The perfume he had chosen for Qiao Yue was specially picked out for him, but he just bought her the usual, latest line of make-up.

Qiao Xin felt bitter in her heart.