Jinyu Huafu.
Inside the bedroom.
"Phew… finally done…"
Tossing the last eyebrow pencil in her hand aside, the makeup artist let out a sigh of relief, as if a great weight had been lifted.
She had never worked on such a challenging makeup session before.
It wasn't because Tang Yuxin wasn't attractive—on the contrary, she was breathtakingly beautiful.
Her skin, flawless without any need for concealer, was as creamy as milk, radiant and dewy, seemingly so tender that a gentle touch could draw water from it.
Her features were exquisitely balanced, where even the slightest alteration would feel like defacing perfection, bringing an overwhelming frustration.
Until this moment, the makeup artist had never believed that anyone could possess such natural beauty to this degree.
She didn't even know where to start…
However, the issue wasn't whether Tang Yuxin needed makeup or not—it was that she *had* to wear it.
