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Chapter 37 Putting on Makeup

Suddenly, the long-dormant mechanical female voice rang out, disturbing my peaceful sleep.

The five guests, including Song Yifei, immediately opened their eyes, held their breath, and were afraid of missing a single word.

Cheng Ai frowned in annoyance, turned over, hugged the blanket tightly, buried her head in the pillow, and ignored him.

The castle returned to peace, and the guests got up, washed, changed clothes, and put on makeup, waiting for the staff to open the carved door on the sixth floor.

Time flies, and at 10 o'clock sharp, the three photographers arrived at the doors of their respective guest rooms, ready to shoot.

Cheng Baoni wore a pure white lace mini-skirt, paired with flesh-colored sheer stockings and black rhinestone-studded ankle boots, with heavy smoky makeup on her face, looking every bit the glamorous woman.

She swayed her slender waist as she walked up to Song Yifei's photographer, deliberately puffing out her impressive breasts, and asked in a coquettish voice, "Am I beautiful?"

The photographer was adjusting the focus when two lumps of flesh, almost bursting out of his sight, suddenly appeared in his field of vision, nearly blinding him.

He quickly moved the camera away, coughed twice to cover his embarrassment, and nodded almost imperceptibly.

Cheng Baoni smiled sweetly, but her smugness didn't last long before Song Yifei, who had just come out, pushed her aside. "If you want a personal photographer, go find Director Gong. Don't try to steal mine here!"

"Tch! Who cares!" Cheng Baoni rolled her eyes dismissively, walked gracefully to Hao Jian's side, took his arm, and left first.

Song Yifei pouted, unwilling to give up, and followed closely behind.

She had to perform well every minute and every second from now on, strive for the highest score, and win the favor of the Night Emperor!

Not long after, Wu Xu finished packing and hurriedly led the photographer to room 209.

Zhong Zheyi stood at the top of the stairs, staring intently at Cheng Ai's bedroom, his gaze deep and hesitant.

Realizing she showed no sign of coming out, he finally couldn't hold back any longer. He told the photographer to turn off the camera and went over to knock on the door.

Cheng Ai was sound asleep when she heard the sound and groggily sat up, asking lazily, "Who is it?"

"It's me." Zhong Zheyi lowered his voice, his tone somewhat urgent. "Quickly wash your face and wake up. Filming has already started for five or six minutes."

Cheng Ai was startled, her sleepiness vanished instantly, and she jumped out of bed with a "whoosh," grabbed a random piece of clothing from the closet, put it on, and ran barefoot to the bathroom.

Just as Zhong Zheyi was wondering if she had fallen asleep again, the door finally opened.

A pretty face with a refined and elegant appearance came into view. Her almond-shaped eyes were bright and clear, her eyelashes were curled, her nose was delicate, and her lips were pink. She exuded the sweet charm unique to young girls.

Unfortunately, Cheng Ai's hairstyle was terrible. Her wet hair clung to her skin and was held in place by a single jade hairpin, making it simple and mediocre.

Seeing that she was about to close the door, Zhong Zheyi quickly stopped her, "Aren't you going to put on makeup?"

Upon hearing this, Cheng Ai froze, then awkwardly rubbed her fingers together. "I...I'm clumsy...I don't really know how to do it..."

Zhong Zheyi was speechless. Generally speaking, unless they are top-tier celebrities who are extremely famous, they usually have to do their own makeup. It is rare to see someone like her.

However, he quickly came to terms with it. Cheng Ai was an artist under Shengding International, so it was normal for her to have a personal makeup artist.

Zhong Zheyi raised his wrist to look at his watch and suggested, "The live stream hasn't started yet. If you don't mind, I can do your makeup."

"Really? Then I'll have to trouble you!" Cheng Ai was overjoyed and couldn't wait to run to the dressing table and sit down.

Zhong Zheyi smiled calmly, stepped inside, and immediately pulled out the hairpin without saying a word.

But when he tried to dry her hair, he discovered that the hairdryer was spitting out a few sparks, which startled him so much that he immediately dropped it.

Seeing this, Cheng Ai scratched her head sheepishly and said embarrassedly, "It broke last night, otherwise I wouldn't have run out dripping wet."

Zhong Zheyi sighed helplessly, turned and left. When he returned, he had a black hair dryer in his hand.

He skillfully plugged in the power, adjusted the airflow and temperature, and gently began to blow on his long hair.

Cheng Ai clenched her fists and placed them on her knees, holding her breath and sitting upright.

For some reason, even though she had agreed to let Zhong Zheyi help her with her makeup, she suddenly felt very uncomfortable when he actually got close to her, and even had an urge to kick him.

The hum of the hair dryer quickly stopped, and Zhong Zheyi used a comb to smooth his hair before starting to style it into a bun.

Since Cheng Ai was wearing a cheongsam, he parted his bangs in a 3:7 ratio, braided them all the way to the back of his head, tied them with a blue ribbon, and then coiled them up and secured them with a jade hairpin.

Immediately afterwards, Zhong Zheyi pulled the chair outwards, stood in front of her, bent down slightly, and carefully observed her plain, unadorned face.

Cheng Ai was already irritable, and now being stared at by a man she had only known for less than a day made her even more unhappy.

Fortunately, this situation did not last long, and Zhong Zheyi turned around and took out a pair of sea-blue pearl earrings from the drawer and handed them to her.

Cheng Ai took it in a daze, and as soon as she put it on, a sponge soaked in foundation landed on both sides of her cheeks.

Fearing she might misunderstand, he quickly explained, "Physical contact is inevitable when applying makeup. There are only the two of us in the room right now, so it won't make headlines."

Cheng Ai gritted her teeth, forcibly suppressing her anger, and forced a smile as a response.

Watching Zhong Zheyi carefully choosing eyeshadow colors, she was reminded of Ye Jingke.

When they first met, they pretended to be mentally ill together.

When they meet again, the two hide in a hotel together, taking care of each other and solving their problems.

Later, they kissed in the bathroom to help Li Xiaolin keep her pregnant.

Scenes flashed rapidly through Cheng Ai's mind like a slideshow.

She took a deep breath, covered her pounding heart with her hands, and tried to clear her mind and focus on the task at hand.

The moment the lipstick was applied, Zhong Zheyi straightened up and snapped his fingers loudly, "Perfect!"

Cheng Ai glanced at the mirror instinctively and was immediately stunned.

The image of herself inside the painting depicts eyebrows like distant mountains, lips like cherries, eyes like autumn waves, and skin as white as snow.

A sky-blue flower on her forehead paired with a well-tailored lake-blue cheongsam, though not particularly bright or eye-catching, is elegant and understated.

"Is that me?" Cheng Ai exclaimed in surprise, unable to resist touching her cheek. "I look so beautiful!"

Before she could finish admiring them, Zhong Zheyi placed a pair of silver-white high heels in front of her feet. "Sneakers don't really match your style. Wear these instead."

After a pause, as if remembering something, she added, "You can ask Director Gong for a makeup artist during lunch; I don't think he'll refuse."