Leng Zirui stood up, walked to her door, and saw her sitting dumbfounded in front of the mirror. He raised an eyebrow in confusion, "What's wrong with you?"
"Me? I'm fine," Xu Xia raised her hand and randomly grabbed something from the makeup box, "I was just thinking about what color eyeshadow to use tonight."
"That's lipstick," Leng Zirui corrected, looking at the lipstick in her hand.
"I know, I always start my makeup with lipstick," Xu Xia covered up casually.
"This color doesn't suit you." Leng Zirui glanced sideways at her face, "Actually, you can try a light makeup; you don't have to go all out every time. It's not like you're performing a Beijing opera."
"What do you know? That's called style. Smoky eyes are my trademark!" Xu Xia retorted.
Leng Zirui sneered, "A pretty face painted to look like a panda is called style? Is style really something you can put on like that?"
