"My beauty routine is not for others to see."
Fu Sichen's face, however, is another story—I can't help that it's always on display outside.
"So is your face okay for others to see?" Jiang Mian didn't hesitate for a moment, "Sure, your face is always seen by others, but—"
She paused for two seconds, suddenly revealing a sly smile, "only I get to kiss it."
Fu Sichen's lips curved into a smile, his mood quite uplifted.
What followed was a barrage of industry jargon from Jiang Mian that Fu Sichen could barely understand, as well as her slathering all sorts of stuff on her face for what's colloquially known as a spa.
Until the closing remarks, "Alright, that's it for today's review session; we'll witness President Fu's transformation next time."
Fu Sichen, with a pale face, removed the facial mask, and his deep black eyes simmered with a dangerous air, "Mrs. Fu, it's over."
