After failing to integrate her multiple personalities, patient Yu Jia Ning passes away from an overdose. When she opens her eyes again, she finds herself in a parallel world, on the stage of a tale...
Qu Jianyi seemed to suddenly wake up, quickly released Yu Jianing, and picked up a pair of black-rimmed glasses from the table:
"Hurry up and take the first set of photos, there are still two more looks to be done..."
Xiao Ning's smile deepened, and she bent down slightly to get closer to her: "Help me put it on~"
She spoke in a low voice, which, although not as deep as a boy's, had its own unique flavor.
"Hmm..." Without saying a word, the makeup artist nodded, feeling dizzy as if she had drunk fake alcohol!
Today is definitely the day her XP is completely exposed; this cross-dressing lemon is simply irresistible!
Qu Jianyi's fingers trembled slightly as she put the glasses on her. Yu Jianing smiled even more brightly, ruffled her hair, and then went to take pictures with Aunt Gao's friend.
Upon arriving at the location, the middle-aged man who owned the little black cat paused for a few seconds before realizing what was happening when he saw Xiao Qu following behind.
This girl's makeup skills are amazing...
The shoot was about to begin, but this time the photographer didn't go to set up the scene; instead, he made a phone call.
Not long after, the saleswoman from Song's shop arrived.
The reason why the makeup artist competition can gather so many expensive clothes and cosmetics is not because it is rich.
It's actually sponsored by major brands!
Of course, the sponsorship wasn't for nothing; the second round of the competition became an unspoken advertising session for everyone.
The receptionist nodded to Xiao Ning, then gestured for a staff member to bring over a gorgeous white dining table.
Yu Jianing sat down at the table as instructed, and the other party quickly placed a plate on it.
There was no food, only a rose whose color was similar to that of Xiao Ning's contact lenses.
"Yi Yi, come here and tie this blue ribbon on her. I'm afraid I'll ruin the design you created if I do it myself."
"Oh..." Qu Jianyi took the ribbon from her hand, and the counter girl pointed at someone and said something.
Xiao Ning rested her chin on her hand and watched them quietly. Suddenly, a staff member from the Song family handed her a fork with the tip also covered in blue jam.
"May I have a taste?"
"No, this is not edible. It's a prop for taking pictures. To achieve this color, the pigments and other substances are in excessive amounts. It's harmful to the human body if you eat it."
"oh…"
Yu Jianing nodded, and Qu Jianyi, who had finished her conversation, came over.
"Stay in this position and don't move, I'll tie a ribbon around your neck."
As she spoke, Xiao Qu nudged the hand that was resting on the former's chin, making her little finger closer to her lips and tilt her head slightly.
Then he lifted her other arm onto the table to prop it up.
Have them hold the fork between their thumb and forefinger.
The exposed top of the sleeve features the same woven floral decoration as Yu Jianing's cuffs.
"Little guy, so you like this position~"
The scoundrel spoke softly, his black metal glasses slipping down to the bridge of his nose as he tilted his head, his azure eyes full of amusement.
Without further ado, the makeup artist's face inexplicably flushed as she pinched the blue ribbon and tied it to the wrist of the hand holding the fork.
Yu Jianing smiled faintly, but then froze the next second.
Why do I have this feeling of forcing a good person into prostitution? Qu Jianyi wasn't like this before?
Jelly Ball: "Little Lemon, you knew that too?"
...
The first set of makeup photos was taken quickly, and Yu Jianing returned to the dressing room to change out of her outfit.
This outfit consists of black trousers, leather shoes, and an outer vest. The white shirt underneath doesn't need to be changed, which is quite convenient.
only……
Qu Jianyi untied the bandage around her neck and then took out a collar.
"No! Something's definitely wrong with you! You just want to put a collar on me!"
Yu Jianing resisted, leaning back in her chair and backing away, but Xiao Qu stepped directly on the roller skates.
"This isn't a choker, it's a minimalist necklace, made of high-quality leather. It's a very expensive piece, even though it's short."
"Shut up! What are you holding in your other hand? Don't tell me it's a face mask?"
“Uh…” Qu Jianyi put the anti-biting device on her back.
This thing belongs to her; who knows where she pulled it out from!
However, she really wanted to see Xiao Ning in men's clothing!
The other makeup artists: "You two are really going too far! If you want to play around, go do it in bed! Don't interfere with my makeup!" (Jealousy face!)
"It's negotiable..."
"No way! Don't even think about it!"
I decisively refused the scumbag. If you wear it yourself, I will openly admire it.
But if I wear it myself, will it still feel right?
That's impossible! Absolutely impossible!
"All right…"
Qu Jianyi replied listlessly and put the anti-bite device into her makeup bag.
But I still have to wear this necklace, which looks like a choker, since it's an accessory from the Song family.
After wearing the mask, Xiao Ning felt uncomfortable all over and wanted to take photos quickly for the next set.
But who knew that Xiao Qu would pull out several more of these small leather belts from her brand-name bag?
"???"
"The theme of this outfit is to showcase the tautness of a man's muscle definition. How can you show it off if it doesn't feel tight?"
"???"
"Are your teacher's clothes decent?"
Xiao Qu: "Seriously!"
Seeing her serious expression, the scoundrel obediently resigned himself to his fate, but inwardly he was screaming—if I help you steal cards again, I'm a dog!
And so, Yu Jianing complied with the brand's design and allowed someone to operate the system.
Twenty minutes later, the scumbag's cheeks were flushed red as he lowered his head, his left upper arm padded with something and held together by a small leather belt.
With her hands tied behind her back with a small leather belt, her already tight-fitting shirt and vest became even more constricted!
Without further ado, the makeup artist looked at her work with considerable satisfaction.
She raised her hand and unbuttoned the top two buttons of the former's shirt, instantly exposing her delicate collarbone to the air.
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