Chapter 47 Immersive Date 3: Brother

After climbing over a hill, the number of extras chasing the two gradually decreased.

Only when they ran into a dense birch forest and there was no trace of extras behind them did Jiang Yanyu slowly stop and let Luo Qinglin sit on a rock to rest.

The sun has risen to the upper part of the sky. The dense forest is full of lush branches and leaves, and the trunks stand straight. The huge birch trees rise straight into the sky, blocking most of the morning light.

The golden light filtered through the gaps between leaves and branches, scattered into the dense forest, casting tiny bright spots on Jiang Yanyu's face.

These spots of light were randomly and irregularly distributed, like totems casually painted on Jiang Yanyu's face, making him look like a demon god who walked out of a painting and protected his people, charming and handsome.

"Why are you staring at me?" Jiang Yanyu lowered his head and asked when he noticed Luo Qinglin's gaze.

Luo Qinglin had not yet recovered his strength. He sat on the stone, breathing slightly, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, white and shiny.

Taking his eyes away from Jiang Yanyu's face, Luo Qinglin lied, "Your hair is loose."

Jiang Yanyu raised her hand and touched her hair bun. Her hair, which should have been tied up high, became messy while running and scattered on her shoulders.

Jiang Yanyu pulled her hair down and wanted to put it directly into her sleeve because she thought it was troublesome, but Luo Qinglin grabbed her hand first.

"Shall I help you with the injection?" Luo Qinglin asked tentatively.

Jiang Yanyu stopped and asked, "Can you also tie your hair?"

Luo Qinglin took the bun, stood up on the stone pier, and lifted the wig with one hand. "I learned this from the makeup artist when I was working as a handyman in a photo studio."

Originally, he just wanted to tie his hair up, but it was so rare to see Jiang Yanyu standing there obediently and not saying a word. Luo Qinglin thought for a moment and let his hair down again.

Putting the bun on Jiang Yanyu's shoulder, Luo Qinglin lifted two small tufts of hair on the left and right, hooked them in the middle of the hair to braid the first layer of fishbone braid, and then braided the remaining hair into the braid layer by layer.

Noticing Luo Qinglin's unusual movements, Jiang Yanyu asked, "What are you doing?"

"I'm braiding my hair." Luo Qinglin replied seriously.

Jiang Yanyu laughed softly upon hearing this, as if she was amused by Luo Qinglin's tone.

Hearing the laughter, Luo Qinglin's hands that were braiding her hair stopped for a moment, then continued braiding and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"Is Mr. Luo a child? At such an old age, he still wants to play house and secretly braid other people's hair." Jiang Yanyu said jokingly.

What does such an old age mean?

25 is not too old!

"Are you very young?" Luo Qinglin muttered, "Older than me."

The braid was quickly formed. Luo Qinglin took off the bun on Jiang Yanyu's shoulder, tied up the ends of her hair carefully, and gently loosened a few strands of the braid.

After adjusting his hairstyle, Luo Qinglin patted his shoulder and signaled that he could move.

After receiving the instruction, Jiang Yanyu turned around to face Luo Qinglin, deliberately tucked the scattered hair on her temples behind her ears, raised her eyebrows and asked, "Is it beautiful?"

Smelly vixen.

Luo Qinglin curled his lips, gave a thumbs-up gesture, and replied perfunctorily: "Beautiful, beautiful, very beautiful."

Jiang Yanyu kept stroking the braid, as if he had come across something new and interesting, and couldn't let it go and said, "I must take a photo as a souvenir before I take it off when I get home."

After saying that, Jiang Yanyu immediately denied it again: "No, I can't take it off. I want to buy this wig and keep it at home."

After mumbling to himself for a few words, Jiang Yanyu suddenly raised his head and stared at Luo Qinglin with his fox eyes narrowed, as if he was planning something bad.

Luo Qinglin stepped off the stone and asked anxiously, "What are you doing?"

Jiang Yanyu didn't answer. After a few seconds of silence, he put on a sly smile, took out his cell phone from the pocket hidden behind his waist, and ordered through the network cable: "Ask the makeup artist to bring a wig over, and bring the lipstick as well."

With an ominous premonition, Luo Qinglin subconsciously took a step back.

"Tsk, what are you afraid of?" Jiang Yanyu grabbed Luo Qinglin's arm and said jokingly, "Madam just braided my hair, so of course I have to return the favor and dress Madam up beautifully."

If you wear a wig in this kind of weather, you will be burned to death.

"Need not......"

Before Luo Qinglin could finish his refusal, a loud roar approached from not far away.

Luo Qinglin looked up and saw a woman in leather jacket and leather pants riding a Ducati motorcycle, moving in a serpentine manner, shuttling between the birch trees.

"Mr. Jiang! I brought the wig!" the makeup artist sitting on the motorcycle waved and shouted.

So fast? !

It was clearly less than a minute from the time Jiang Yanyu took out his cell phone.

In just a few seconds, the makeup artist hurriedly stopped the motorcycle, took off her sunglasses, swiftly got off the motorcycle, and walked in front of Luo Qinglin.

The makeup artist opened the storage box under the motorcycle seat, took out a folding plastic stool and placed it on the ground, "Mr. Luo, please sit down."

Meeting the makeup artist's expectant, sparkling eyes, Luo Qinglin sighed and sat down on the stool helplessly.

The makeup artist moved quickly and skillfully. In no time, she put on the hairnet, fastened the wig onto Luo Qinglin's head, and secured the edges with small clips, quickly completing the task.

After putting on the wig, the makeup artist took out a bag full of lipstick from her bag and asked, "Mr. Jiang, please choose a color."

Jiang Yanyu supported his chin and thought for a moment, then took out a peach-colored lipstick and said, "Give him a full lip makeup."

After looking at Luo Qinglin's face, Jiang Yanyu instructed again: "Use lipstick to put some blush on his face, and also put some on the tip of his nose, tear mole, and the corners of his eyes."

"Okay, Mr. Jiang."

Luo Qinglin closed his eyes and frowned, ready to die, and let the makeup artist paint on his face.

The makeup artist was quick and skilled. She just used her fingers to smudge the lipstick to create a natural red mark in the corresponding place.

A minute later, the makeup artist finally stopped, closed her makeup bag and said, "Mr. Jiang, do you think this is okay?"

Jiang Yanyu waved to the makeup artist, signaling her to leave. The makeup artist received the instructions, got into the car quickly, stepped on the accelerator and left in a hurry.

After everyone left, Jiang Yanyu bent his knees, squatted down, and looked at Luo Qinglin's face carefully.

Luo Qinglin's lips were originally thin, so in order to create a full lip makeup, the makeup artist smudged the lipstick outside the lips. The edges of the lipstick were blurred and the color gradually faded, making it unclear as if it had been kissed.

Her cold thin lips became fuller, and the blush at the corners of her eyes and the tip of her nose added a hint of innocence. Her eyelids trembled slightly, and her teardrop mole trembled slightly, as if she was deliberately asking him for a kiss.

Jiang Yanyu's throat suddenly felt a little itchy. He reached out and touched the trembling teardrop mole, "Open your eyes, Luo Qinglin."

Hearing the voice, Luo Qinglin slowly opened his eyes, and his charming peach blossom eyes met Jiang Yanyu's eyes.

The moment he opened his eyes, the finger pressing on the tear mole suddenly exerted force, pressing hard, causing Luo Qinglin's cheek to hurt a little.

"Hiss...what are you doing?" Luo Qinglin asked with a frown.

"Madam is so beautiful. I accidentally didn't control the strength well. I'm sorry for hurting you." Although Jiang Yanyu's words were not serious, his tone was extremely serious and he didn't sound like a joke.

Jiang Yanyu stared at him closely, his eyes like arrows, giving off a strong sense of oppression.

Instinctively sensing danger, Luo Qinglin immediately grabbed Jiang Yanyu's arm and tried to pull the hand away from his face.

But Jiang Yanyu took action first, grabbed his hands, suddenly shifted his center of gravity forward, and threw him to the ground with a bang.

His hands were pressed on both sides, making it difficult to move. The hard gravel on the ground hurt his back. Luo Qinglin frowned, "I don't want to lie on the ground. Let me get up."

Jiang Yanyu didn't do as he was told. He stared at him and said, "Did you just say that I'm not young anymore?"

How could he say that?

This vixen is turning the tables again.

Luo Qinglin retorted: "It was obviously you who started it first..."

"Shh..." Jiang Yanyu covered Luo Qinglin's lips, "Since I'm older than you, shouldn't you listen to your brother?"

Jiang Yanyu's gaze did not move, his eyes were tender yet aggressive, and he moved closer and closer.

Only when their foreheads were pressed against each other and their eyes were fixed on each other did Jiang Yanyu stop and said in a low voice:

"Just call me Brother Yanyu and I'll get up."

The author has something to say:

Jiang Yanyu: Come and see! This is my wife's hair braided by hand (feeling proud)

Luo Qinglin: ...I just feel itchy.