It's too late to chase after him now. But thinking about how he earned an extra 200,000 yuan, his anger instantly dissipated, and he happily lay down on the bed to get his beauty sleep.
While Luo Shimiao was still asleep, Gu Nian received a task card and a box.
The man's brows furrowed tightly as he looked at the contents of the card.
Having had a good night's sleep, Luo Shimiao noticed that no one was in the living room and there were no task cards on the table. She glanced at the time and said, "Huh? There are no tasks today? That's unlikely."
Seeing a crack in Gu Nian's room, he went over and knocked on the door.
"Enter"
Luo Shimiao pushed open the door and went in, and saw the man sitting at his desk, with a beauty video playing on his computer and makeup tools scattered on the desk.
"Gu Nian, are you going to put on makeup? You're already very beautiful without it."
Gu Nian turned around and said, "It was prepared for you."
He pointed to the task card.
Luo Shimiao: "Me?"
I opened the task card, glanced at the contents, and my lips twitched. The production team really knows how to play games.
The card reads: Today's task: Check in for a sweet date. Give your girlfriend a beautiful makeup look and take her on a date.
Gu Nian stood up and gestured for Luo Shimiao to sit down: "Come on, I've memorized the procedures."
Luo Shimiao sat down nervously: "Big brother, please go easy on me later. I need to go on a date with this face on, so you can't make it too dirty."
The man said in a deep voice, "I'll try my best."
Gu Nian poured the foundation into her palm.
Looking at the huge blob of foundation, Luo Shimiao gasped: "No, you don't need so much. This is makeup, not plastering."
Gu Nian: "Okay."
The man used a beauty blender to apply foundation, imitating the blogger in the video, pressing and pressing and pressing...
"Ouch, my eyebrow pencil poked my temple!"
The man coughed and gently wiped away the eyebrow tail that had flown off into the sky with his thumb.
Luo Shimiao didn't need to look in the mirror to know that her makeup was bad, and she wore a long face.
Thinking about the eye makeup that was about to be done, she looked at Gu Nian with teary eyes and said, "Gu Nian, you have to do my eye makeup properly."
Gu Nian nodded: "Trust me."
The eyeshadow was brushed on her eyelids, sometimes swept, sometimes poked. Luo Shimiao felt itchy and urged, "Is it okay now?"
"Almost there, just a little longer."
Two minutes later, Gu Nian pinched Luo Shimiao's chin and looked at her: "It's ready."
Her eyelids lifted, revealing eyes as pure as glass.
Gu Nian blinked: "It looks great."
"Really?" Luo Shimiao was a little skeptical.
Live stream chat, bullet comments.
—【Haha, he's lying to you】
—【This color scheme is amazing, hahaha】
—[So the expert spent the whole afternoon just memorizing the process?]
"Miaomiao, you keep blinking, I can't draw."
Luo Shimiao: "Do you know that you look exactly like Rong Momo right now, holding a needle and about to poke my eyes?"
Gu Nian: "Just hold on for 3 seconds."
Luo Shimiao pouted: "Then hurry up."
Gu Nian held the eyeliner pencil in his hand, pinched Luo Shimiao's cheek with his fingers, and leaned down.
Luo Shimiao's breath hitched, her heart pounding. It was just drawing eyeliner; there was no need to get so close. She should step back a little.
"Be good, don't move."
As Luo Shimiao listened to the deep, mellow voice in her ear, her heart beat even faster, her ear tips felt hot, and she obediently opened her eyes.
—【Damn! You guys might as well just stick it on!】
—【Ahhh, Mr. Gu's "Be good, don't move" was so seductive! My ears are about to burst.】
—[Gu Nian practically offered his lips, and Luo Shimiao still managed to resist? He must have the heart of a nun!]
—【They're such a perfect couple, let's crowdfund a kiss for them!】
Gu Nian straightened up, looked at the symmetrical eyeliner, and said with satisfaction, "All done."
Gu Nian's hand is very steady; she applies eyeliner almost in one stroke, creating a very smooth and natural line.
"Can I choose the lipstick color myself?" Luo Shimiao looked up at the man, afraid that Gu Nian would give her a bloody slap or make her a severely poisoned person.
"Can."
"I'll wear this one." Luo Shimiao chose a light-colored lipstick.
She tilted her head back, pouted her lips, and waited for the man to "execute" her.
Gu Nian lowered his eyes to look at the girl's pink lips, a dark glint flashing in his dark eyes. His Adam's apple bobbed, and he picked up the lipstick, pinched the girl's chin, and applied it along the perfect lip line.
Luo Shimiao applied the final blush herself.
After finishing her makeup, Luo Shimiao lifted her skirt and ran to the mirror with expectant eyes.
Seeing himself in the mirror, Luo Shimiao gradually turned to stone, his body cracking and shattering into pieces. Although he had prepared himself, but...
"Ahhh! Gu Nian, I'm going to kill you right now!"
Gu Nian, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, was suddenly tackled to the ground. Luo Shimiao grabbed the man by the neck and questioned, "What's with the eyeshadow? Did you want to see a rainbow, so you drew one on my eyelid?"
"And what's with this foundation? I've told you before, use as little as possible! This is makeup for a living person, not a dead one."
Gu Nian looked at the hysterical girl on top of him, a smile flashing in his eyes: "I think you look pretty. You look pretty no matter what, I like you."
Luo Shimiao originally wanted to continue criticizing, but Gu Nian's words made her speechless. Her face flushed and she said, "You're so glib."
Then he picked up his makeup case and ran away.
Standing in front of the sink, Luo Shimiao nodded in satisfaction. Thanks to her "miraculous touch," this face was finally presentable enough to be seen in public.
Luo Shimiao changed into a dress that matched her makeup, and walked happily to Gu Nian, turning around in front of her: "How is it? Don't you feel like you've been reborn, like a monster transforming into a fairy?"
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