Mo Yuan was a little unaccustomed to the calmness.
Mo Rao looked at Mo Yuan in amusement. "Isn't that a good thing? You don't have to deal with so many things and can even rest. Isn't that good?"
Hearing Mo Rao's question, Mo Yuan scratched his head and chuckled.
"I'm just not used to it."
It was like how one had already prepared all sorts of countermeasures and counterattacks, but the other party didn't attack at all.
Hmm… there was an inexplicable sense of emptiness?
Mo Rao glanced at Mo Yuan. She had no idea what he was thinking.
"Alright, Rao Rao, the makeup is done."
When she heard the makeup artist's voice, Mo Rao came back to her senses and looked at herself in the mirror.
"You're so beautiful." The makeup artist at the side couldn't help but marvel.
Mo Rao met the makeup artist's eyes in the mirror and smiled. "It's all thanks to your skillful hands that my makeup looks good."
