Shang Yechu sat on the reef, flipping through the photos in her hand one by one.
These photos are well taken. However, the elderly woman in the pictures has a girlish expression, and the woman beside her looks like her daughter, yet their interaction is very intimate, which seems a bit strange. Fortunately, the overflowing happiness somewhat makes up for this.
It was a beautiful, sunny afternoon. The bright sun hung high in the sky, a gentle sea breeze blew, and the air was very cool.
"quack--"
The cries of seagulls could be heard in the distance.
Yang Huanyi leaned closer, stared at the photo for a while, and said with some dissatisfaction, "This photo looks weird."
Shang Yechu nodded.
"What's wrong with you?" Yang Huanyi asked immediately.
“It’s okay,” Shang Yechu gestured with her lips again, “The glue on my philtrum wasn’t stuck on properly, it’s a little loose. I’m going to use my upper lip to press it down.”
The silicone skin used for old-age makeup is glued on with special adhesive, so even if it loosens and peels, it can't be torn off directly. Unless Shang Yechu wants her own upper skin layer to peel off as well. She can only gently press the silicone back in.
Otherwise, a piece of fake skin sticking up on the philtrum looks like a beard, which is extremely uncomfortable.
"Why don't you just reach out and press it?" Yang Huanyi said, both amused and exasperated. "Has the young lady become lazy after acting for so long?"
Shang Yechu coughed shakily, his expression instantly turning old and frail: "These old arms and legs of mine are no good anymore, cough cough! Lifting them is as stiff as sharpening a knife... I might as well just take them off!"
As she spoke, she dramatically trembled her hand, making it look like she couldn't hold the photo properly.
Yang Huanyi smiled and said, "I'll help you with that." As she spoke, she reached out and touched Shang Yechu's face. Just as she was about to press the silicone philtrum with her finger, she paused when she saw Shang Yechu's bright eyes.
Ye Chu wouldn't be...
Is he being coquettish?
Yang Huanyi's heart stirred slightly, and she suddenly changed the direction of her fingers, cupping Shang Yechu's face in her hands.
Yang Huanyi leaned in and pressed her lips to Shang Yechu's.
Because of the makeup, Shang Yechu's lips were very dry and thin, like those of a toothless old woman. There was also a lingering, strange smell of glue. But Yang Huanyi didn't seem to mind at all, and carefully used her soft lips to caress them inch by inch.
Chin, lower lip, upper lip... and finally the philtrum. Yang Huanyi used her own lips to gently smooth out the wrinkled silicone, bit by bit. Her movements were very gentle.
Shang Yechu's eyes grew brighter and brighter, and her breathing became more rapid. Suddenly, she casually put the photo down, stepped forward, and pressed down on the back of Yang Huanyi's head.
After an unknown amount of time, Yang Huanyi gave her a light push and said reproachfully, "Aren't you done yet?"
Shang Yechu reluctantly let go of her hand.
Yang Huanyi rarely initiated kisses, perhaps because of his reserved personality. The weather is lovely today…
Yang Huanyi's face flushed red. Looking at Shang Yechu again, she saw that, thanks to her makeup, she still looked like a half-dead old woman, with no clue whatsoever. A sense of resentment welled up inside her; the more she looked at the old face before her, the more displeased she became.
"Hurry up and remove your makeup!" Yang Huanyi pointed at the fake mask on Shang Yechu's face. "The longer it's on, the harder it is to remove, you little old lady."
With a satisfied and weary feeling, Shang Yechu lazily snuggled against her: "This is me at eighty years old, aren't you tempted? This is the SVVVVVVVVIP limited edition, you won't be able to see it again in the future."
Yang Huanyi nudged a large lump of Shang Yechu: "When you're eighty years old—"
Both of them were taken aback.
Yang Huanyi's body stiffened for a moment, seemingly unaware that the words had slipped out. Shang Yechu subconsciously wanted to sit up straight to see her expression, but dared not make it too obvious.
Yang Huanyi is much older than Shang Yechu, so statistically speaking, it's unlikely that he'll see Shang Yechu when he's eighty years old.
No one said another word about the topic. A moment of silence fell over the rocks, broken only by the cries of seagulls, their squeaking echoing across the distant sea.
After a while, Yang Huanyi reached out and touched Shang Yechu's fake face, murmuring, "No matter what, you're older than me now..."
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