The landlord has multiple personalities and wants everyone to pay him.

What's it like to wear makeup?

It's hard to say, but it's definitely quite upsetting.

Ye Shu has never worn such formal makeup before in her life.

If I had to say, when I was in kindergarten or elementary school, we would put on a little red dot on my forehead and maybe put on some rosy cheeks and red lips for Children's Day performances. That was all. It's nothing like how complicated it is now.

Before anything even happened, the makeup artist had already smeared a bunch of liquid on his face and patted it on, saying it was some kind of skincare base.

This water, that liquid, and some frost, they just layered it on top.

As Ye Shu sat there, feeling the young lady patting his face, he suddenly remembered when he cooked. He would rub the marinade onto the pork and then pat it to help it absorb the flavor.

The principle should be similar, right?

Is this step actually just to marinate yourself?

Why does that sound so awkward?

When Ye Shu washes her face, it's really just washing her face with water. She doesn't use hot water, and regardless of winter or summer, she just washes her face with cold water, dries it with a towel, and that's it.

He doesn't apply anything, finding it troublesome and unnecessary.

After he got together with them, one time Zhi Qiu stared at his face for a long time and said that his pores were large and his skin was dehydrated. She bought him a face wash and ordered him to use it every day. She said that she would buy him more when he ran out.

Ye Shu only started using these things after that; otherwise, he had never used them before.

When he was a child in his hometown, the winters were so cold that his face would get chapped as soon as he went out in the wind, but he never even used face cream.

His mother applied it to his face, but he didn't like it. He hated the oily, sticky feeling on his face, which he found very uncomfortable.

Now look what's happened! That young lady is holding bottles and jars, smearing layer after layer of paint on her face like she's applying putty.

Ye Shu sat there, feeling like she couldn't breathe properly, and every breath she took smelled of cosmetics.

Xia Qing stood beside him, seeing his expression as if he were being tortured, bent down, and brought her face close to Ye Shu's, their heads touching, looking at Ye Shu in the mirror:

"Okay, hang in there, handsome guy, victory is just around the corner."

As she spoke, she picked up an eyeshadow palette and waved it in front of Ye Shu:

What's your favorite color?

Ye Shu looked at the eyeshadow palette, which resembled the watercolor palettes she had bought when she was a child, except that some of the eyeshadows here had glitter.

"Whatever you like, use whichever one you prefer."

Ye Shu has given up struggling; he now has a very clear understanding of himself.

Xia Qing is probably in that state of mind right now, like a little girl playing with Barbie dolls, and I am that Barbie doll.

Let her have her fun then. Just grit your teeth and let Xia Qing have her fill.

Playing with my wife is just playing around, no matter how you play.

Moreover, Ye Shu felt quite guilty for taking such good care of Xia Qing this morning.

So he gritted his teeth, stomped his foot, and said, "Come on! I'm going all in!"

Ye Shu kept her eyes closed the entire time while getting her makeup done.

Others may not know, but Ye Shu is the kind of person who is... how should I put it, is particularly sensitive to protecting her eyes.

Ever since he was a child, when shampoo got into his eyes while washing his hair and it stung, he has closed his eyes whenever anything is on his face, whether it's washing his hair or getting a haircut.

Even with makeup on, he could feel the brushes and pens drawing on his face with his eyes closed, but he never opened them.

This makeup process took quite a while.

Ye Shu sat in the chair with his eyes closed. If it weren't for something constantly moving around on his face, and Xia Qing occasionally telling him not to move, he would have fallen asleep right away.

About half an hour later, Ye Shu heard Xia Qing exclaim "Wow!"

Ye Shu slowly opened her eyes. Because her eyes had been closed for too long, her vision was blurry as soon as she opened them.

He blinked, staring at himself in the mirror, waiting for his gaze to focus.

Ye Shu originally thought that when she did her makeup, she had to make herself look like those handsome male celebrities.

When he's scrolling through videos, he often sees those kinds of videos where people drastically alter the appearance of a celebrity, or even their own father, turning a rural old man into a handsome man.

Although Ye Shu isn't as narcissistic as He Yucheng, her own background is probably similar, right? Shouldn't she at least try to be like Daniel Wu or Eddie Peng?

But when he saw himself in the mirror, Ye Shu was stunned.

Hey beautiful, who are you?

She's such a beauty. The person in the mirror is so pure, so innocent.

If it weren't for her hairstyle and the T-shirt she was wearing, Ye Shu would have thought the person in the mirror was a young girl just by looking at her face.

Hey, what the hell? Where did this come from? Is this even my own face?

The face in the mirror had eyes that were at least a size bigger than mine, a fair and delicate complexion, and moist but not glossy lips.

How should I put it? She's like that quiet, well-behaved girl from the next class, the kind who looks like she's good at studying.

Ye Shu stared at herself in the mirror, opened her mouth, and made faces for a long time. After confirming that it was her own face, she became a little scared.

It truly deserves to be one of Asia's top ten sorceries; isn't this just a disguise?

"So beautiful! Ye Shu is so lovely!"

Xia Qing leaned closer, pressing her face against Ye Shu's, and stared intently at him in the mirror.

Qin Lili, who had arrived at some point, stood behind Ye Shu, arms crossed, and smiled:

"Yes, that's fine."

Then she asked the makeup artist:

Do you have wigs here?

"some."

The young woman smiled and nodded; she didn't care about anything else, as long as the customer was happy.

"Find him a suitable one."

The young woman smiled and nodded, then turned to look for a wig.

Xia Qing was still admiring it; she truly meant no mockery, her praise was entirely heartfelt.

"You're so beautiful, Ye Shu! I didn't know you had such a talent for this!"

"What kind of talent is this?"

Ye Shu was speechless. Talent? Talent for cross-dressing?

"Xia Qing, have you had enough fun? Clean all this up for me, okay? Let's go home, alright?"

"Why did you wipe it?"

Xia Qing stood up straight, as if Ye Shu had said something incomprehensible:

"It's such a waste to erase something I finally finished drawing."

She turned around and took a wedding dress from a prepared mobile shelf behind her:

"Change to this."

"Changed again?"

Ye Shu looked at the wedding dress. It was much simpler than the one from before. It was a bit like the bridesmaid dress that Lili wore at Xiaoxue's wedding.

The skirt hem only reaches slightly below the knee, with a small train at the back, following a simple style.

"Please, Ye Shu, change it, let me see."

Xia Qing came over and shook Ye Shu's shoulder:

"Please? I beg you, I love you, Ye Shu, I love you."

……

You love me now, what else can I do?

Looking into Xia Qing's bright eyes, Ye Shu gave in once again without any doubt.

The wig was returned; it was long, straight, and black. The makeup artist put the wig on Ye Shu, but Ye Shu didn't look at herself in the mirror, afraid of scaring herself.

After putting on the wig, Ye Shu carried the wedding dress into the fitting room.

Sigh, why does love always have to be tormented by one person alone?

I won't go into the details of changing clothes, but in short, it was much faster than the previous wedding dress.

When Ye Shu slowly walked out, apart from her height being a bit out of place, in every other aspect she was an innocent and pure young girl.

He was about 1.8 meters tall, with long, straight black hair cascading down his back. His makeup was also getting more elaborate, and his expression was one of intense, genuine embarrassment.

Absolutely.

Xia Qing stood silently at the door, only taking pictures.

After taking a series of photos, she looked at Ye Shute and said seriously:

"Ye Shu, how about we become sisters?"

Oh no, we've lost out!

He dressed as a woman once and turned his wife into his sister.