Meng Jian sat stiffly in the armchair, his hands clenched tightly on his knees, his knuckles turning white, obediently not daring to move.
The girl was right in front of him, staring intently at his face.
Qin Zhaoyue used a powder puff to press vertically onto a small amount of the Butterfly Welcome Powder, first applying it to her forehead, cheeks, and chin, then gently patting it outwards.
To avoid pulling on her skin, she placed her fingertips on her cheekbones.
The moment their skin touched, Meng Jian's body stiffened like a statue.
He smelled the jasmine-like fragrance lingering on her fingers, which was even more invigorating than the scorching sun of the hottest days of summer.
"Why are you sweating so much, you idiot!"
Seeing that she was angry, Meng Jian quickly used his inner energy to seal his pores, forcibly suppressing the sweat.
But his gaze couldn't help but fall on her lips as they opened and closed. Realizing this, he quickly looked away, desperately trying to control the movement of his Adam's apple.
Suimo stepped forward and gently dabbed away the little bit of sweat on his forehead with a silk handkerchief, then silently retreated.
Qin Zhaoqiong stood to the side, arms crossed, frowning several times.
Although the separation of men and women is not as strict as it used to be, it still looks awkward to see a younger sister applying makeup to a man.
Unfortunately, this matter cannot be spread, and neither she nor Suimo know how to do so.
I was so frustrated, I almost ground my teeth to dust!
With her fingertips pressed on again, Qin Zhaoyue used a spiral motion to spread the powder evenly.
Dip the ingredients in small amounts multiple times, with gentle yet swift movements, without the slightest hesitation.
After the main areas are laid out, the next step is to work on the details of the nose wings and the corners of the eyes.
Dip your fingertips in a small amount of butterfly powder and lightly sweep it up and down along the bridge of your nose. Then, use the pad of your ring finger to gently rub the outer corner of your eye toward your temple.
She applies the powder in one direction without repeating the process, which is her habit to avoid wrinkles and caking.
After applying makeup to your face, use a powder puff to sweep vertically down your neck to blend it with your face's skin tone.
Finally, gently cover with a dry silk cloth and press to absorb any excess powder.
Seeing her straighten up, Meng Jian let out a deep breath; his palms were already soaked with sweat.
My heart skipped a beat, and then pounded like a war drum.
After completing one task, Qin Zhaoyue took out the box of wax and smelled it; indeed, it didn't have a strong odor.
Since she had never used it before, she took a little out and applied it to the back of her hand, gently spreading it to feel its consistency.
The atmosphere in the room was so oppressive that Meng Jian could hardly breathe, and now he couldn't even control his heartbeat.
He desperately needed a breakthrough, and his brain, which was practically about to shut down, managed to squeeze out a question: "Sixth Prince! I have a question."
Qin Zhaoyue didn't even look up. "Don't ask. The answer is I've never loved you."
Meng Jian: !
Broken Ink: !
Qin Zhaoqiong: !
"No...no, I want to ask you why you have cultivation?"
Qin Zhaoyue found the wax to be quite good; its consistency was just right, and its absorbency was excellent. Without hesitation, she replied:
"He's exceptionally gifted; his qi and blood reached their limit and automatically generated true qi."
Having tested him enough, she walked up to Meng Jian and said, "I have a nickname in the martial arts world: Blood Tofu. Haven't you heard of it?"
Meng Jian: ...
Broken Ink: ...
Qin Zhaoqiong: I've never heard of such a thing!
"So, Zhao Yue, you haven't practiced any cultivation techniques?"
"No."
Qin Zhaoqiong fell silent. She felt that her sixth sister hadn't lied; this talent...
After returning to the capital, I must advise my mother, the Empress, to have her search the armory for a martial arts manual.
Everyone has a different suitable practice method; for example, she and the third and fourth brothers practiced different ones.
Qin Zhaoyue knew she had given herself away and that she couldn't hide her cultivation level, so she could only try to attribute it to her talent in a casual tone.
After carefully applying the wax, the three of them looked closely and from a distance, but for a moment they couldn't detect any flaws; he just looked pale and weak.
"Sixth Sister is amazing!"
"It's alright. Although the outer layer of wax has a certain waterproof effect, you shouldn't be too reckless and go into the water or anything like that."
Let's see how long the effect lasts; if it doesn't last, we'll find another opportunity to touch up our makeup.
"well."
Upon hearing that he might have to wear makeup like this again, Meng Jian reluctantly agreed.
Qin Zhaoyue stood with her hands on her hips, quite satisfied; her skills hadn't been lost.
"The appearance is almost right. Come on, act like you're injured."
Meng Jian stood up and steadied himself. He was quite confident in this regard, having seen many wounded soldiers in the army.
He bent over, his face contorted in pain, coughing and coughing...
"How is it? Not bad, right?"
Qin Zhaoqiong crossed her arms, which seemed to make sense, but something still felt off.
Just then, Sui Mo suddenly said, "She looks like an old lady," and she suddenly realized what was going on.
Qin Zhaoyue sighed, “With your acting skills, you wouldn’t even be able to make a living from short dramas.”
What is a short drama?
"Shut up!"
There was no other way but for her to personally step in and provide guidance.
"I felt nauseous after drinking too much, but I had to hold it in..."
"Yes, that's it," and then frowned slightly...
"Just a little bit, like the kind of pain that makes you feel like you're dying, but you're a man, you can't show it..."
After a short while, Qin Zhaoyue finally learned to look somewhat decent, but she felt very tired.
After everything was settled, the four of them were about to go to the front for their meal when they ran into Yaoguang as soon as they opened the door.
They had actually arrived long ago, but their surroundings were sealed off by internal energy.
She could have broken it open, but that would have alerted the people inside, so she chose to wait at the door instead.
"Sixth Prince, I shall serve you."
Qin Zhaoyue calmly shook her head, "You don't know my habits, and you're likely to give yourself away. Let's do it next time."
Meng Jian, pale-faced and looking weak, stepped forward and clasped his hands in greeting.
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