"Where are you looking!" The stylist teased coquettishly, "Don't you know there's a group of people called cross-dressers? My props are professional!"
Qian Sisi's mouth twitched awkwardly as she looked at Bai Cheng'an for help.
"We must respect people's hobbies!" Bai Cheng'an said with a serious face, "Alright! Let's begin—"
"Begin? Begin what?" Qian Sisi was puzzled.
Then, from behind the stylist, came two beauties with the same height, same face shape, same makeup, same hairstyle, same outfit, and even almost identical movements, pressing her on the left and right.
Qian Sisi remembered that when she married Bai Cheng'an, the stylist who did her bridal makeup indeed had two beautiful assistants.
So... is this heavily made-up woman really the male stylist from back then?
Qian Sisi suppressed the urge to complain and decided to wait until the makeover was done before making any remarks; she didn't want the stylist to get upset and mess around on her.
