Seeing no reaction from her, Gu Beicheng curled his lips slightly, his face getting closer by a few inches.
For this little girl who couldn't even recognize her own man, he really wanted to give her a good punishment.
His long fingers rested on her thin lips, tracing an arc along her lips with his fingertips.
Xia Yinian's body trembled slightly, followed by a frown.
The Cosmetic Group held the event in high regard, and the makeup artist they hired seemed very professional.
It was precisely because of his professionalism that any refusal or reminder she wanted to give was impossible to voice or act upon.
The pads of Beicheng's fingers purposely lingered at her brow, gently massaging it.
Knowing that she was causing trouble for someone else, Yinian took a deep breath and relaxed her furrowed brow.
"I'm very sorry!" she whispered.
"Are you very nervous?" a cheerful voice rained down.
It seemed to be the first thing he had said since he had entered.
