The manager asked, "You've put on makeup?"
Liang Yin became nervous at once and replied, "What's wrong… is it too thick?"
He rubbed the tip of his nose. "Yes," he said. "It's a little thick."
Like a little painted tabby cat. Liang Yin covered her face guiltily. She did not have a mirror on her, so she felt helpless at once.
"It's cold. Let's get in the car!" As he spoke, he unlocked the car. Liang Yin lowered her head and got into the car in frustration. But for some reason, or perhaps because she was worried about sitting too close to him. The failed make-up on her face was obvious.
When Qin Zhou got into the car, he was surprised to see that she had gotten into the backseat.
"Why are you sitting in the back?"
"Well…" Liang Yin said guiltily, "Do you want me to go up and remove my makeup? I'm not good at makeup. I think it's too ugly."
"Why put on makeup if you don't know how to do it?" the manager asked.