Lipstick
Because it was cold outside, Wei Xin decided to wait in the reception area, which was very dimly lit and empty now since it was past the working hours. She sat on the large leather couch and fidgeted her fingers because she could not help feeling nervous.
Only a minute has passed when she pulled out her phone from her bag and turned on it's front camera. She felt thankful to herself that she decided to check her appearance, because to her she looked too simple to meet Wu Zihao. Her shoulder length sleek hair, tucked behind her ears was hanging loosely on her either shoulders, slightly touching her shirt, exposing her dull and next to no-make up face. She pushed her spectacles back on the bridge of her nose to look more clearly after she ran her fingers through her hair and let them fall on her forehead.