"Miss, please remove your makeup."
"...?"
Miss Yun heard Xu Chang'an's words, and her body sitting there became somewhat stiff.
She blinked, glanced back at Xu Chang'an, looked at the slightly reflected light in the mirror, opened the rouge paper in her hand, and stared at the patterns printed on it.
"What did you say?" Yun Qian asked calmly.
"..."
Xu Chang'an remained silent.
He saw Yun Qian reflected in the mirror and felt the girl's gaze pierce through the reflection and fall onto his face, causing him to swallow involuntarily.
He had the feeling that Miss Yun suddenly turned somber, and her gaze felt icy as if it could cut through his skin.
"I said..." Xu Chang'an repeated firmly, "Miss, let's remove your makeup before going to the dinner party."
"But I just finished this makeup."
Yun Qian's tone was calm, leaving Xu Chang'an unable to gauge her thoughts, and he could only cautiously add, "It's not like there's any other way."
"No other way?"
