Ye Junqing pondered, something was off with the little fish tail, could it be she already knew he was having the wedding today, who leaked it out?
Ye Junqing lifted the blanket, got out of bed, walked behind her, and turned her, chair and all, around: "I'll do your makeup."
"Huh? Are you serious?"
"The ancients said a husband should do his wife's makeup, I should learn from them."
In order to personally do his bride's makeup, Ye Junqing had been learning from a makeup master for days. As long as he studied seriously, he picked things up quickly. Just the day before, the makeup master had told him he was fully trained, and Ye Junqing didn't want to be modest at all now.
Yet Ye Xingguang was nervous: "Honey, don't be too overconfident."
"I'm free anyway, I'm off today."
But there's my birthday party tonight. If you make me look ugly, how can I face people?
Thankfully, it's still early. If he really messed up my face, I'd have the whole afternoon to fix it.
