"Master, let me put on some makeup for you and dress you up; you might see even better results."
Feng Yueya, brimming with joy, led Mo Xue to sit in front of the vanity table, took out the rouge jewelry, and began to adorn her.
At first, Mo Xue was a bit impatient, but after a while, seeing herself continuously transform in the mirror, becoming more and more enchanting, she let Feng Yueya do her makeup.
"I really can't tell—your makeup skills are quite good," Mo Xue couldn't help but compliment her.
"As long as Master thinks it looks good, that's all that matters. I was worried that I might not do a good job," responded Feng Yueya.
In fact, Feng Yueya had only applied a light makeup on her, without heavy or gaudy colors, yet it was radiant and beautiful.
These past few days, she had been using herself as a test subject to be able to reach this level of expertise.
