On the third day after the wedding, Xia Zheng got up early, despite not wanting to.
Lin Yuan held her somewhat sore waist, her eyebrows knitted tightly.
Sitting listlessly at the dressing table, Lin Yuan had already cursed that insatiable guy in her heart plenty of times.
Hmm?
Muttering softly, Lin Yuan was somewhat puzzled as she stared at herself in the mirror. Was Shui Xian also not sleeping well? How could she draw the eyebrows crookedly?
Because the mirror was not big, Lin Yuan could only see her own face in it and couldn't see Shui Xian behind her, nor did she know that Shui Xian had actually been replaced by someone else.
"Shui Xian, is one of my eyebrows higher than the other?"
The hand holding the eyebrow pencil paused slightly, and Lin Yuan vaguely heard a weak gasp, followed by Xia Zheng's embarrassed laughter: "Hehe, crooked? I think it looks quite nice!"
