Yun Mengyao dabbed and smeared on Qin Yi's face for quite a while, then studied it for a moment, saying with a strange expression, "Done!"
Qin Yi noticed her peculiar expression, and a bad feeling struck him: could it be that she made him look like an alluring courtesan?
Qin Yi looked at Lang Ya.
"Plop!"
The small fish snack in Lang Ya's hand dropped to the ground, as he stared at him dumbfounded.
A bad premonition arose in Qin Yi's heart.
Taking the bronze mirror, he lowered his head for a look, and instantly froze.
His brows were like distant mountains, his eyes like autumn rivers; a face so beautiful that it even made his own heart flutter appeared in the bronze mirror.
This face was flawless, outshining all others, not even Xia Yanbing, Yun Mengyao, or Yin Qianqian combined could compare.
"Is this... me?"
Qin Yi's throat went dry, and he finally understood what it meant to be moved... He seemed to fall in love with himself.
