When he turned around again, Yang Chuxia was dumbstruck, followed by a burst of laughter.
What kind of makeup was that? If he entered the exam hall , the examiner would probably kick him out.
Oh my, his face was covered in big black moles, thick eyebrows, and a wax-yellow complexion. What’s even more ridiculous was that he had actually put a teardrop mole at the corner of his eye.
Yang Chuxia felt dumbstruck, thinking that people usually didn’t like their wives to have teardrop moles, but could it be that they also didn’t like their husbands to have them?
Seeing her laughing, Ye Zi’an felt much more relaxed, thinking that if his wife got upset, he wouldn’t even take the exam. No matter how important the exam was, it could never be more important than his wife.
"You should just give up, your face is completely ruined."
Yang Chuxia said as she took a towel to wipe his face. However, Ye Zi’an seemed to take the suggestion seriously, pulling her and saying, "Why don’t you help me with the makeup, my wife?"
She glanced at him and asked, "You really want to have a mole-covered face?"
"Of course, it’s not that you don’t trust me, it’s that I don’t trust those people." Ye Zi’an thought for a moment and said, "Don’t think I’m narcissistic, but the fact is there. I’ll have to meet my uncle and cousins in the capital, and there are many people watching them. I can avoid them once or twice, but what about later? If those people know my relationship with them, they might really come after me. So please help me with the makeup so I can be at ease."
Seeing his pitiful look, Yang Chuxia felt that she would be wrong if she didn’t help him.
Yang Chuxia thought about it, she used to be a special agent, and it was inevitable that she would have to disguise herself during missions. Helping him with makeup and concealing his identity should not be a problem.
So she took the makeup from Ye Zi’an and brought over her makeup box as well.
As she applied makeup on Ye Zi’an’s face, a completely different Ye Zi’an appeared in no time.
It’s not that his appearance had changed completely; he was still the same person, but his temperament was completely different. There were a few tiny moles on his nose bridge, and his skin was not as smooth and shiny as before, making him look duller.
Ye Zi’an looked at himself in the mirror and thought it was quite good, especially the teardrop mole under the corner of his eye, which was much better than what he had done himself.
"My wife’s skills are indeed good. I can only apply beautiful makeup on your face, but I am not good at making it ugly."
Upon hearing this, Yang Chuxia laughed and said, "Did you remember all the steps I took just now? Can you do it yourself later?"
"Shall I give it a try for you to see?" Ye Zi’an seemed quite interested.
"Alright, you can give it a go."
After washing his face, Ye Zi’an tried it himself. Though not as good as Yang Chuxia’s makeup, it wasn’t too bad either.
"Not bad, you should bring these with you as well." Yang Chuxia smiled at him through the mirror.
As she ran her hand through Brother An’s hair, she realized that it was black and straight. That’s when she noticed that she had never combed Ye Zi’an’s hair before.
"Before, it was always you who combed my hair. Let me do it for you this time."
"Sure." Ye Zi’an’s eyes were filled with surprise; he longed to have his wife comb his hair.
"Don’t complain if I don’t do it well."
"How could I? Whatever my wife does is good."
Upon hearing this, Yang Chuxia picked up the comb nearby, gently combed his hair, tied it up, and inserted a jade hairpin. She leaned down and kissed his sideburns, "My husband."