Leng Zirui stood up, walked to her door, and saw her sitting dumbfounded in front of the mirror. He raised an eyebrow in confusion, "What’s wrong with you?"
"Me? I’m fine," Xu Xia raised her hand and randomly grabbed something from the makeup box, "I was just thinking about what color eyeshadow to use tonight."
"That’s lipstick," Leng Zirui corrected, looking at the lipstick in her hand.
"I know, I always start my makeup with lipstick," Xu Xia covered up casually.
"This color doesn’t suit you." Leng Zirui glanced sideways at her face, "Actually, you can try a light makeup; you don’t have to go all out every time. It’s not like you’re performing a Beijing opera."
"What do you know? That’s called style. Smoky eyes are my trademark!" Xu Xia retorted.
Leng Zirui sneered, "A pretty face painted to look like a panda is called style? Is style really something you can put on like that?"
"Leng Zirui!" Xu Xia turned her face with her eyes flaring at him, "Are you just deliberately opposing me?!"
"I’m just suggesting. If you don’t like it, just pretend I didn’t say anything." Leng Zirui shrugged, "I’m going to the car to get the dress; remember to open the door for me in a bit."
He turned around and left, and Xu Xia looked at the lipstick in her hand, casually throwing it onto the table.
She felt inexplicably irritated.
After a moment, there was a knock on the door. She got up, walked over, opened the door, and Leng Zirui immediately entered holding a set of clothes.
"Do you mind if I use your bathroom?"
"Whatever!" Xu Xia replied angrily.
"Thanks." Leng Zirui immediately strode towards her bedroom.


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