Chapter 58 Chapter 058 Go...My Boyfriend...
After hearing what Yan Nanxing said, Nan Fei froze on the spot, not knowing how to respond.
Looking at the other party's teasing expression, the atmosphere was a little ambiguous and the heat was rising. Nan Fei didn't know whether it was his emotions that were playing tricks on him or if he was temporarily bewitched by the other party, but he subconsciously wanted to agree.
Nan Fei paused, pursed her lips, took a deep breath, raised her head, and looked clear-eyed: "Is this an invitation?"
"Of course it's an invitation." Yan Nanxing said this on purpose. Seeing the man in front of him suddenly lose his composure as if facing a great enemy, he felt an itch in his heart, but he didn't want to ruin the wonderful atmosphere of the night. After a light cough, he explained, "Otherwise, at this time, are you going to sleep on the streets?"
After hearing this, that bit of vigilance disappeared in an instant. It turned out that he was overthinking it. After all, the other party was Yan Nanxing. Compared with the harassment he had said in the beginning, his attitude now was quite mild.
But Nan Fei was still a little hesitant: "Is your grandfather at home?"
Yan Nanxing doesn't live in Huayang permanently, so the house here is probably an old house. In this case, if I suddenly follow Yan Nanxing and get caught, it would be hard to explain.
Unexpectedly, Yan Nanxing chuckled and said, "What makes you think I have no private property in Huayang?"
"I don't want to drag you in front of that old man, so he doesn't go and smear me in front of your grandfather." Yan Nanxing snorted coldly, then laughed out loud, "Since you've considered this, I'll take it as your agreement."
Nan Fei:.
There's no point in not agreeing. Yan Nanxing is obviously the kind of person who won't give up until he achieves his goal.
After chatting for a while, it was already getting late. After watching the fireworks show, the two went back to remove their makeup. Yan Nanxing suddenly had an idea and decided to remove it himself. Nan Fei had just changed his clothes and came out. The lounge was empty and unusually quiet. He was a little nervous. He took two steps outside and saw Yan Nanxing sitting on the chair where he had put on makeup that morning.
As an experienced makeup artist, Yan Nanxing removed her own makeup very quickly. Her fair skin flushed slightly. When she heard the voice, she turned around and smiled, "You're pretty quick."
"Not as fast as you." Nan Fei was wearing a lot of clothes, which made it a little troublesome to change. He leaned against the dressing table and looked down at Yan Nanxing applying all kinds of incomprehensible lotions and then a layer of transparent facial mud.
Nan Fei was curious: "Is this a facial mask?"
He hadn't seen it before, but he wasn't very knowledgeable about it. Was it a new model? It looked a bit strange at first glance.
"I guess so." Yan Nanxing spread the mud evenly and explained casually, "It's a recipe I made myself. It can reduce swelling and remove acne. Otherwise, how can I withstand the strength of my makeup?"
After finishing, he put away the dough box, looked up at Nan Fei and smiled: "I won't tell anyone about this recipe~"
This reminded Nan Fei that Yan Nanxing's business always broadened people's horizons. Although they didn't understand much about it, it was very convincing.
"If the effect is really so good, why not try to make a product and put it on the market." Nan Fei's idea was simple. Yan Nanxing was a businessman, and with his knowledge of herbs, he could definitely make huge profits as long as he wanted.
"It's easy to say. Can you produce results just by talking? There must be a priority for everything." Yan Nanxing put away the things he brought with him and chatted, "What I'm working on now is definitely a higher priority. Besides, there are already enough good products on the market, and the market is saturated. I don't need one. I can make it for my own use."
"Okay, let me remove your makeup first." After chatting for a while, Yan Nanxing stood up and made room for him. "Come and sit down."
Looking at his actions, a question mark popped up in Nan Fei's head.
"Will you unload it for me?"
Yan Nanxing smiled: "What else?"
"Don't believe in my skills or don't believe in me as a person."
What skills are needed to remove makeup? Nan Fei certainly didn’t do that.
It was just a little unexpected at first glance.
In the end, she sat down obediently and watched Yan Nanxing take the tools neatly and naturally, not much different from any other makeup artist. But her heart was still pounding, and she felt a little nervous that she couldn't explain.
As Yan Nanxing spoke in a lowered and drawn-out tone, Nan Fei closed his eyes, feeling the cool makeup cream on his face. The coolness did not last long, and it was quickly oxidized and turned into foam. Yan Nanxing moved quickly but not too hard, and he had removed it in almost no time, then applied a layer of water-soaked facial tissue to him.
His face was slightly damp. Nan Fei wanted to speak, but his face was held down and gently wiped. Soon, the person who was removing his makeup handed him another pack of wet wipes: "Wipe it twice more yourself, that's enough."
Nan Fei was stunned for a moment, then followed Yan Nanxing's instructions. Turning around, she saw him removing the finished mask and couldn't help asking, "Is that all?"
Yan Nanxing glanced at him: "What else?"
Are there any other techniques for removing makeup?
Nan Fei stared at him and slowly tore off the transparent herbal mud mask. After the application, his face regained its fair complexion and was a little moist. His hairstyle was slightly messed up, but it did not look out of place. Instead, his narrow eyebrows and eyes brought out a bit of charm.
"No, what I want to say is." Nan Fei paused, her eyes lingering on his face, then turned her head back and silently picked up the tissue.
This series of actions was very strange, but what was even stranger was that Yan Nanxing actually understood it. He stopped, crossed his arms and looked at the man: "Want to try my dough?"
"Hmm..." Nan Fei was too embarrassed to look over, still keeping her head down and mumbling, "I'm a little curious."
It wasn't that he was curious about this thing. It was clearly because Yan Nanxing was too focused at the time and was distracted by it, and suddenly he wanted to try out the miraculous effects of this thing.
He hesitated to speak, which only made the matter more obvious. Yan Nanxing came to his senses and deliberately said, "I told you, the recipe is not to be passed on to others. I have never tried it on anyone else."
"It's okay if you want to try, I'll charge some interest."
Yan Nanxing was very good at flirting, and he could make people speechless with just a few words. Nan Fei pursed her lips, not daring to look at him. She just turned around, moved closer, then took Yan Nanxing's hand and kissed the back of her hand devoutly.
Then, he raised his head, his eyes drooping in averted glances: "How much interest do you want to charge?"
So innocent.
Yan Nanxing's Adam's apple rolled, and he suddenly felt a little regretful that he shouldn't have removed his gorgeous floral eye makeup so early.
Nan Fei raised his neck slightly, and leaned closer in a submissive manner. This was a very suitable action for kissing. Yan Nanxing didn't need to bend down. He could easily hold his jaw by lowering his hands. But he didn't do that. He just gently stroked his head and said in a low voice: "Come and sit over there. I'll apply mud on you."
Hearing this, Nan Fei looked up in surprise. Just like that, was he convinced?
Now it was Yan Nanxing's turn to avoid it. He raised his hands to cover his eyes and tilted his head slightly: "Go quickly, don't wait until I regret it."
Nan Fei hurriedly sat back down.
The dough box that had just been put away was taken out again. Only then did Nan Fei have time to look at it. She found that this small cylindrical box looked very much like the skincare products you can find everywhere in the house. The packaging looked familiar, but she couldn't remember which brand it was from. She couldn't help but ask, "What's the dough box you used to pack? It doesn't even have a trademark."
"If you want an endorsement, I can help you get one." Yan Nanxing chuckled and said, "The packaging box before it left the factory didn't have the trademark on it."
"Xing Rui created his own beauty brand, which has only been running for two years. If you are willing to help him, he would probably wake up laughing in his dreams."
Even Nan Fei is familiar with this brand, and it has only been two years. This shows how powerful Xing Rui's skills are.
Maybe what it lacks is a little bit of fame.
It was just a polite joke, but Nan Fei unexpectedly took it up: "If the product quality is up to par, I can take it."
Yan Nanxing was slightly startled, and his hand that was picking up the dough stopped, suspecting that he had heard it wrongly: "It's not too late for you to tell me now that I was just joking."
"Of course I'm not joking. I'm seriously considering it." Nan Fei said frankly, "I don't care about the brand reputation when accepting products. I only look at the product quality. It's just that Brother Zhao used to take care of everything, so I don't ask about this aspect."
Nan Fei has this confidence because his status has never been determined by endorsements. On the contrary, the products he endorses can be given a good reputation. With a spokesperson endorsed by the government, how could there be any problems with the products?
To put it more bluntly, even people who are not involved in the entertainment industry know that the products endorsed by Nan Fei are definitely trustworthy.
Of course, compared to this, his brokerage team is more discerning in selecting products, and Nan Fei will not lower his requirements just because of the closeness of the relationship.
However, if Xing Rui relied solely on his own connections, his products would never reach Nan Fei.
Yan Nanxing sighed and picked up his phone to send a message to Xing Rui: "If this works out, he'll have to treat us both to a meal."
It sounds like it's about makeup, but when people hear it, it seems to have a different meaning.
Nan Fei's ears itched, and she lowered her head and muttered, "I'll tell Brother Zhao, but now, is it inconvenient to continue talking about this?"
When flirting, I always mention other people's names, which always ruins the atmosphere.
Seeing the person's neck blush slightly, not knowing whether it was out of embarrassment or annoyance, Yan Nanxing was amused for a moment and stopped talking like coaxing a child: "Okay, okay, I won't mention others."
"Close your eyes, look up, and I'll put a facial mask on you."
The facial mud made by Yan Nanxing was just like the impression he gave to outsiders, warm but not too cold, with just the right amount of icy texture that quickly turned to warmth after a while.
The mud was probably not processed thoroughly. Only when it was applied on the face could one smell a deep, rich herbal scent. It wasn't unpleasant, but it was obvious. Nan Fei wanted to speak, but was silenced before she could even open her mouth.
"Don't move, it hasn't set yet." Yan Nanxing said as he applied it, "If you use it yourself, there's no processing smell. Don't worry, the smell won't linger. If you really don't like the smell, just wash your face a few more times later."
Not that I dislike it.
It smells very similar to Yan Nanxing's. When hugging or kissing, you can smell a faint scent of grass and wood.
It’s not bitter, but it’s everywhere.
Nan Fei just sat there quietly, closing her eyes and letting Yan Nanxing work. Soon, the paint should have been evenly applied, and the shadow covering her eyes was removed, directly illuminated by the light. But Nan Fei didn't move, and just sat there stiffly before Yan Nanxing spoke.
After applying the mud on him, Yan Nanxing went to the bathroom, tidied himself up briefly, and came back to find that the man was actually lying there motionless, which made him laugh for a moment.
How could anyone be so well behaved?
Could it be that he has been such a conservative since he was a child?
Yan Nanxing couldn't help but picture a little adult in his mind who looked well-behaved but behaved maturely. He felt that he was so naive just thinking about it. If the two had known each other since childhood, who knows how this child would be bullied by him.
But Nan Fei adapted to him very quickly. If the two of them had known each other for a long time, they should have been pushing and rejecting each other back and forth by now.
But now, the way she still blushes when you say a few more words is also so cute.
She was distracted for a moment and turned her head to see the makeup tools dropped by the staff on the dressing table. When she saw something among them, Yan Nanxing suddenly had an idea.
Nan Fei was getting impatient as he waited for no movement. He closed his eyes and pondered how to speak without moving his mouth. Suddenly, he felt a touch on his hands, which were tightly gripping his knees. He tried to pull his hands back, but they were suddenly grabbed by the wrists. Yan Nanxing's calm command came over him: "Don't move."
Hearing that the person was still there, Nan Fei finally felt relieved. She didn't ask him what he was doing, but just trusted him unconditionally.
The coolness on his hand lasted for a while. He could vaguely guess that he was drawing something on his hand. It was soft and a little itchy. After finally getting through it, Yan Nanxing actually changed his hand and tried again. Finally, he mercifully said "done", and Nan Fei slowly exhaled.
"The mask is almost ready to be taken off." Yan Nanxing admired his work with satisfaction, his eyes shining, and he was looking forward to Nan Fei's reaction.
At this moment, Nan Fei peeled off the mask, opened his eyes, and looked in the mirror and found that his fingertips were shining. He didn't react at first.
"Do you like this nail polish I painted for you?" Yan Nanxing smiled and moved closer, one hand supporting the edge of the chair, leaning forward slightly, as if covering the person. He reached out and grasped Nan Fei's hand, turning it over so that he could admire it carefully. "I know you have a lot of schedules, so I didn't apply a bright color. I applied clear nail polish."
It's not dry yet, it's shiny and looks very beautiful.
Nan Fei stared at his fingernails, pursed his lips tightly, wanting to say something but not knowing where to start. He just raised his other hand for comparison. This time, he actually saw a very light pattern on the little finger of his other hand.
The little light yellow stars may be overlooked if you don't look carefully.
Finding that he noticed, Yan Nanxing couldn't help but feel a little proud: "Are you satisfied with what you saw?"
"You've been marked by me, so don't let me catch you dating someone else~"
It's quite scary.
Nan Fei's eyes were fixed on the little star, and he chuckled softly. Then he turned around and looked at Yan Nanxing: "I want to draw one for you too."
Draw me?
Yan Nanxing was a little puzzled. He had taken advantage of the name, but some of Nanfei's representative objects were very complicated and were not suitable for impromptu drawings.
But this kind of interest is rare, Yan Nanxing said: "Okay, I'll leave it to you. Draw it beautifully. If I think it's ugly, I'll erase it."
Although he said this, he knew that Nan Fei was good at painting. He extended his hand to Nan Fei, who still held it. He held the fingertips, his eyes gradually moved upwards, and then asked: "Can I paint on my wrist?"
Yan Nanxing's fingers actually don't look like his outfit at all, and they can't really be called good-looking.
Due to his work, he didn't have much time to take care of himself. He only wore nails when he needed to use them. His fingertips were actually round and his nails were trimmed very diligently. If it weren't for the fact that his hands were so long, it would be hard to imagine that they were Yan Nanxing's hands.
It's very suitable for playing the piano.
Yan Nanxing understood his unspoken words: "Do you want others to see this, or do you not want to be seen?"
A dark possessive desire spread. Although the two people had never had the experience of directly and formally confessing their feelings, they knew each other well. From this moment on, they had already tacitly accepted the relationship.
Nan Fei wanted to leave a mark on him, but didn't want others to notice Yan Nanxing's delicate hands, which were the most difficult to maintain.
After a moment of silence, Yan Nanxing nodded and said, "Just paint on the wrist."
Nan Fei took the oil paint from the table and began to paint with great concentration. Unlike what Yan Nanxing had expected, he sketched a flower on his wrist with a few strokes. Upon closer inspection, it was exactly the same pattern as his eye makeup for tonight, only more refined and concise. Then it extended, and the branches and vines wrapped around Yan Nanxing's wrist like a bracelet.
But the color used was dark blue, and Yan Nanxing could tell at a glance that this was Nan Fei's representative color.
There are quite a lot of little ideas.
Yan Nanxing chuckled and waited quietly for him to finish painting. Then she raised her hand to admire him. "I didn't expect you to be so clever and have so many ideas."
Nan Fei took the paint back and said calmly, "It was just a last-minute thought. I got a little inspiration."
Yan Nanxing was very satisfied with the pattern. He looked at it again and again and couldn't help but sigh: "What a pity. I should go back and take a shower at this point. It will be gone if I rub it."
"I'm really reluctant to do that."
Nan Fei didn't care: "If you really like it, I can draw it for you again tomorrow morning."
As soon as the words came out, silence fell again. Nan Fei began to pretend to be busy, but Yan Nanxing did not miss this opportunity and immediately asked, "Are you agreeing to go back with me?"
Now that things have come to this, there is no room for denial. Nan Fei sighed softly: "Well, I agree."
Just like Yan Nanxing said, what can you do if you don’t agree? You can’t really sleep under the bridge.
I simply ignored the possibility of booking a hotel nearby. I didn't know if I hadn't thought of it or if I had ignored it on purpose, but it just gave me an excuse to compromise.
It's not that he wants to go, it's that he really has no other choice.
Besides, spending the night at...your boyfriend's house is perfectly normal.
Yan Nanxing snorted and laughed, not caring about anything else. He grabbed Nan Fei's arm and walked out: "Come on, go home with me."
His movements were so quick and smooth that Nan Fei was so anxious that she kept shouting from behind, "Wait, you haven't changed your clothes yet!"
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