Ming Yao paid no attention to the chattering Jing Hang, busy applying makeup on her own.
After finishing, she took a gray coat out of her bag and put it on.
Jing Hang knew of Ming Yao's makeup skills; seeing her transformed into a completely different person, he couldn't help but exclaim, "Your husband must have something wrong with his brain. He has a stunning and charming wife but feels no attraction whatsoever."
Although he only thought of his senior sister as his own sister, occasionally, when faced with her striking beauty, he would also feel his face flush and his heart race.
Ming Yao scoffed lightly, "You think he's as shallow as you are? He appreciates substance."
Jing Hang touched his nose, "Senior sister, that's not kind of you. You're actually defending your nominal husband and belittling your junior brother."
"You said it yourself; he's my husband."
Jing Hang, "..." He had nothing to say in response.
