Shen Jiayin's heart was pounding like a little deer. Her makeup was done by her and Peng Fang. She had no idea how it looked.
Feeling her palm, he sensed that it was sweating. When Yao Ye reached the bend in the staircase, he deliberately waited for her to walk up alongside him, then leaned closer to her face and asked, "Are you tired?"
To say who should be tired, it should be him, carrying her down the stairs in the cold weather and then cycling.
"Not tired."
"Then why are your palms sweating?"
Her heart was pounding, wanting desperately to lift the veil and let him see if her makeup looked strange.
"I... I haven't worn makeup before."
What a silly girl, speaking the truth.
Yao Ye paused for a moment and immediately realized who was responsible for this oversight.
That witch Yan! Indeed, she was causing trouble for him in the end.
"No problem, I'll find a moment later to fix your makeup." By now, this self-reliance issue must be tackled by the newlywed couple themselves.
