"Chee!" Chu Youlan ended up sneezing as if something suddenly got to her nose. She then rubbed her nose and wondered if she should take anti-flu medicine by now. She had been working long hours and going from the prison and the facility without the time to sleep. Right now, she was removing her usual make-up to get into the Qiao Yun personality. She really had no idea why Song Qixi dragged her into this.
"Ahhh… my head is spinning." Chu Youlan then stared at her sickly reflection in the mirror. Her hair was tied in an ugly bun while the fringe was held down by a headband to keep her hair out. She had removed her shirt and her skirt as if freeing her skin from the clothes that she had been wearing for the last fifteen hours. More importantly, her foot… was it even ready to go around in five inches again during the 'Qiao Yun' shift?