Lin FenXiang was all but dragged into the makeup room by the makeup artist as she grinned at him deviously.
“Long time no see, Young Master Lin!“ She cried happily. Lin FenXiang held back a grimace as she pushed him down on the chair and answered.
“Indeed, Make up jiejie, it's been a while.“
“Ah, look at you!“ Makeup artist jiejie looked at his face, wide eyes. “Did you not take care of your face?“ Lin FenXiang closed his eyes and leaned out of her reach.
Which unfortunately was not possible for he was sitting on the chair.
Laughing nervously, he scratched his cheek and answered. “I, uh, forgot?“
“What kind of person forgets skincare?“
“Me?“
“Forget it,” the makeup artist sighed softly as she started working her magic. “But you have to absolutely take care of this gorgeous face of yours. China does not have a lot of people who look like they are mixed race and have deep features like westerners. It'd be a pity for such a face to be damaged.“