Liu Mang waited and waited in the bedroom, but Lin Ziyan still hadn't come out. When he checked the time, half an hour had passed. "Hey, wifey, what are you doing in there, constipated?"
Through the door, Lin Ziyan's irritated voice came out, "You're the one who's constipated! Does taking a bath not take time? Does brushing teeth not take time? Does putting on makeup not take time? You think being a woman is easy?"
At her words, Liu Mang laughed. Other women might need time, but his beautiful wife looked gorgeous even without makeup. "Hehehe, I've got something to tell you, wifey. I'm not a fan of heavy makeup, especially the kind that turns lips bright red. Please don't ever do your makeup like that."
In the bathroom, after hearing Liu Mang's words, Lin Ziyan quickly wiped off her clear lip gloss and grabbed a bright red lipstick, "Oh, you don't like it, huh? Well, I'm going to dress up just like that on purpose."
