Looking at Zhao Xuanying, who was completely different from the innocent and lovely person in his original impression, Liu Weicheng stared at her carefully twice.

He raised his hand and tapped on his cheekbone, indicating.

"Besides... whoever applied this makeup to you, it's all stuck on the powder."

"..."

"I want that eye shadow, it doesn't match your skin tone at all."

"..."

"The same goes for lipstick. It's too red. It feels like you just finished eating a big bowl of chili."

"..."

Liu Weicheng said, Zhao Xuanying's head should be lowered.

After saying three sentences, she almost buried her head on the ground.

What was a pounding heart a minute ago is now like being immersed in ice water.

Pull out the cold, pull out the cold.

"However, this does not mean that you are not suitable for makeup, but the person who puts makeup on you is terrible."
Chapter completed!