"Uh, Lv Zirou, who is this?" Liu Mou said awkwardly, apparently not quite recognizing the person.
"Oh, this is Yann Minghui, you've met him before, just that time we went to the tomb, he was there." Lv Zirou's face revealed a sweet smile, gazing at Liu Mou with her big eyes blinking, as if they could speak.
Lv Zirou hadn't skimped on her makeup today, layering several coats of eyeshadow on her eyes alone. One could say that with just a swipe of a fingernail, a layer of skin could come off. But Liu Mou had to wonder, the young lady who used to brave the elements had now become a lady of the house, taking up makeup.
Despite the heavy layer of makeup on her face, Lv Zirou still exuded the charm of a beautiful woman, seemingly invaluable and devastatingly gorgeous.
After hearing this, Liu Mou gave a nonchalant grunt, as the scene from the last time in the tomb gradually came to mind—imagining Yann Minghui hiding in a corner wetting his pants made Liu Mou unable to hold back a laugh.
