The two chatted in hushed tones, but Wan Yilei paid them no mind.
At the moment, her hands trembled as she applied eyeliner to her eyes, yet the dark pen tip refused to cooperate.
Every incorrectly drawn black line twisted into a great character on her fair face, which together spelled out the name of another roommate, "Chen Xixi, Chen Xixi, I am Chen Xixi!"
And of her eyeshadow, as well as the foundation that she hadn't even opened.
Mingming, Wan Yilei hadn't planned on using it tonight, but the bottle of foundation popped open by itself, forcibly flipped over, covering her face, already finished with base makeup, in ivory goop, nearly covering her eyes.
It seemed as though a large mouth on the foundation bottle opened and closed, "Yushu, Yushu, I belong to Yushu!"
When Director Jiang arrived, what she found was a frantically deranged Wan Yilei.
She took a deep breath, growing anxious, "What happened? What happened? Wasn't she just fine a moment ago? Who provoked her?"
