Half an hour later, Xuanyuan Que's usually expressionless little face was a riot of colors.
His eyelids were purple, his lips red and teeth white, with a pale face and bright red cheeks.
Ruo Xuan held up a glass mirror to him, "Brother Xuanyuan, do you think this rouge is more natural or the previous one?"
Xuanyuan Que refused to look in the mirror, not wishing for such a memory that made him want to destroy the world to remain in his memory for ten thousand years, "Both are natural."
If he dared say it wasn't natural, this flower would ask where it wasn't natural, which ingredient needed improvement…
And then there would be a million questions waiting for him!
Just look at how many dozens of questions she had asked him about the rouge that made his cheeks look like a monkey's butt.
Which scent is better, which is more intense, how intense is it? Is it refined or light and elegant, is it a hidden fragrance or a faint scent…
