"Not fond of it?"
"It's okay to wear at home." Xu Chang'an looked at Yun Qian, whose face was expressionless, almost indifferent, and said with some difficulty, "Rather... cute?"
Because of the contrast, this cuteness becomes more apparent.
"Is the makeup on your face...?"
"I did it myself."
Yun Qian lifted her chin, instinctively wanting to purse her lips, but restrained herself to avoid smudging the rouge.
"Uh..." Xu Chang'an fell silent.
Is she feeling proud?
Yun Qian glanced at Xu Chang'an's subtle smile, somewhat puzzled.
Before sleeping, she had carefully protected her makeup.
"It suits you perfectly." Xu Chang'an said seriously, "But... it's smeared."
Yun Qian blinked, looked into the mirror, and said calmly, "You arrived late."
"My fault." Xu Chang'an suddenly walked to Yun Qian's side, a ball of moisture appeared in his hand, and he pressed it directly onto Yun Qian's face.
"Ah." Yun Qian slipped, but Xu Chang'an held her hand to steady her.
