Foundation, blush, eyebrow pencil, eye shadow, mascara, lip gloss... Tong Yin sat in front of the mirror with her eyes closed, letting the makeup artist's eyebrow pencil and powder fly together. An onslaught of blush, lipstick and lip gloss came in, painting the most exquisite makeup on her face bit by bit.
"Sister Wutong, are you okay? It's getting late!" Lin Yuan, the bridesmaid, poked out a baby face from the crack in the door, with two pure dimples on her lips and dimples on her cheeks, which made her look particularly sweet.
The makeup artist is a Frenchman who speaks English and German well, but knows nothing about Chinese. Even so, he saw the intention from Lin Yuan's gesture. He gave Lin Yuan a calm look with a smile, and used his hands to put on the final makeup for Tong Yin without stopping. Then he looked at his masterpiece for three seconds, showed a proud smile, turned his seat, and turned the newly decorated Tong Yin to Lin Yuan. Laughing with satisfaction, "prefect!"
"Oh, my god!" Lin Yuan jumped in in surprise, pulling Tong Yin to look left and right, and smiled, "Wendt, you are so amazing! Sister Wutong, where is this you? It's so perfect!"