Facing the coquettish Wen Qiao, the makeup artist had no choice but to bend down and carefully apply lipstick with a lip brush, while caringly asking, "What's wrong? Does your mouth feel uncomfortable?"
"....."
It wasn't exactly discomfort.
It just felt weird.
After Fu Jinghen had kissed her....
While the makeup artist applied her lipstick, she couldn't speak or shake her head conveniently, so she could only roll her eyes a couple of times to respond.
"Done," the makeup artist straightened up, put down the items in hand, and moved behind Wen Qiao to start working on her hair, "If you lick again, you'll have to touch it up yourself."
"Mmm, got it."
It's all Fu Jinghen's fault!
A kiss is a kiss, a touch should have sufficed.
Why did he have to go and take a nibble?
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Luckily, Wen Qiao did not carry the distraction from makeup to the camera, finishing the morning's scenes smoothly, wrapping up right before lunch.
