Tang Yuanchu did not know why he agreed to that. Xie Wanwan's words felt as if they were imbued with magic that he could not reject.
He was thinking this woman must be a demoness.
Her face, her smile, and her charming gaze seemed to be constantly casting magic on him, seducing the unknown chord hidden away at the deepest area in his heart.
It was an offer he couldn't refuse.
…
"How is it?"
Xie Wanwan looked at herself in the mirror and turned to him.
"Are you still able to recognize me?"
Tang Yuanchu looked at the heavy makeup she had put on her face.
"Yes."
"Still able to recognize me even to this extent?" Xie Wanwan's eyebrows were slightly squished together in a troubled frown. She kept turning left and right to check herself in the mirror. "It shouldn't be. I almost can't recognize myself under such heavy makeup…"
"I can recognize you even if you turned into a pile of ashes," snorted Tang Yuanchu.
"…"
