Bo Yan was willing to do her makeup, and Xia Siyu agreed very readily, "Come on! Who's afraid of who! Now that I've agreed, you have to sit tight while I do your makeup. Don't worry, they call me 'Master of Makeup', known for my miraculous work. Give me any ordinary person, hey, guess what, I could turn them into a Yang Yuhuan."
The more confidently she bragged, the more Bo Yan felt in danger, but since he had already agreed, what could he do but accept it? Anyway, he wasn't going out today, so if he looked ugly, only she would see it, and he could simply wash it off after.
Xia Siyu brought over all her bottles and jars. Actually, she didn't like to wear makeup on a daily basis, always avoiding it whenever possible; one reason being it was troublesome, second because she was confident she looked beautiful enough without it. However, as a female celebrity, makeup was undoubtedly a necessity.
Bo Yan was still a little nervous, "Are you sure you can do this?"
