Under the scorching sun of July, the morning sun was already searing on the skin.
In an inn,
Xiao'er sat in front of the mirror, carefully applying her makeup.
Shangguan Xuanyi was reading a book on the couch, occasionally glancing at her. He saw her continually applying things to her face, feeling a bit uncomfortable. He had never seen this girl put so much effort into her appearance for him. Now she was going to meet that bastard Gong Qinghua, and she'd spent two hours on her makeup!
Although she was going to take revenge, Shangguan Xuanyi couldn't help but feel a tinge of jealousy.
Fifteen minutes later, Xiao'er looked up at Yang Mei, "Yang Mei, how is my makeup?
"Perfect! It's so realistic, you look like you've contracted a serious illness." Yang Mei nodded.
Xiao'er chuckled and turned to Shangguan Xuanyi, "Brother Shangguan, what do you think? Do I look deathly ill?"
"No, you look too beautiful!" Shangguan Xuanyi flatly denied.