"You can wear makeup, my parents aren't as conservative as you think," Mo Shiqian reassured.
Chi Huan looked at him, "...But I am wearing makeup."
Since it was a meeting with elders, she had opted for a demure and innocent nude makeup look.
Mo Shiqian was at a loss for words, "..."
She blinked, "Do you think it looks almost the same as when I don't wear any makeup at all?"
She needed slightly heavier makeup for the camera, but usually, as soon as she got home, she would immediately remove her makeup, change her clothes, and slip into flat shoes.
"Yeah."
She proudly claimed, "I knew it—I'm a great beauty even without makeup."
Mo Shiqian, "..."
Watching the little woman reveling in self-satisfaction, a thin layer of warmth and a smile surfaced in his eyes. He didn't hurry her, just quietly stood at the doorway, watching her pick and choose.
Chi Huan picked up two scarves and asked him, "Does this black one look better, or is the red one nicer?"
"Both look nice."