The makeup artist's technique was indeed exquisite, sketching Shen Cheng's makeup meticulously with just a few simple strokes.
Even though makeup was applied, one could not find a single flaw.
It was merely a light makeup, yet it transformed the already beautiful Shen Cheng into a seductive little fairy, without a hint of vulgarity.
Shi Yu stood outside the door, dressed in a custom-made, handcrafted suit, leaning lazily at the doorway.
A cigarette was pinched between his fingertips, and he let it burn halfway without taking a single puff.
When Shen Cheng turned around, he slowly lifted the corners of his lips, a satisfied sinister smile climbing over them, his eyes seemingly fixated only on that stunning figure.
As Shen Cheng walked out, he pinched out the cigarette and crushed it under his shoe.
He extended his hand gracefully, captivating the hearts of everyone present.
Watching his actions, Shen Cheng curved her lips and flashed a light, clear smile.