"It looks so good on you that it makes me look so ugly when I wear this color." The woman stopped and looked at Shen Hanxing. The woman suddenly shook her head and pulled out a tissue. She wiped off the carefully applied lipstick on her own lips. Then, she threw the lipstick into Shen Hanxing's arms unhappily. "I don't want to wear this color anymore. I'll give this lipstick to you, little sister. Girls should always look pretty."
Shen Hanxing's heart skipped a beat, and she raised her eyes to look at the woman.
"Aren't you afraid that she would find you dirty?" Sixth Brother curled his lips mockingly. "This woman is a rich man's wife. She probably has dozens of cosmetics waiting to be used. Why would she want something that you used?"
"I don't care if she wants it. Anyway, I don't want it anymore. Women are very jealous creatures," the woman laughed and scolded. She got up and walked out lazily.
