best makeup artist, I will leave him to you.” He paused, “This is what I mean.”

He leaned forward to pick up the comb from the table.
He stuffed it into the hand of the muddle-headed woman, “Here, continue on with your work.”


Jiang Tiao’s chest continues to rise up and down, feeling very uncertain.

She combed through that man’s hair which is so short that it can be considered uninteresting.

Everything just happened too suddenly that she didn’t have time to digest and absorb the information.

The action of holding a comb is all in vain now as if it is floating through a field of cotton.

The crisis has been averted and everyone else continued to do their own thing.

Bai Rui crossed her arm across her chest and didn’t say anything as if she had tacitly accepted this arrangement.

Besides, there is more for her to learn with each passing day.
She shouldn’t offend Fu Ting Chuan as well.

The man’s presence stifled the air.

Not a single sound could be heard.

Fu Ting Chuan faced his back to Jiang Tiao.
Like the first time she helped him apply makeup, he just quietly sat there.

His shoulders are broad and strong like a wall that can provide shelter from the rain and wind.

Was he defending her? Or was he trying to save her from the embarrassment? Maybe she was too excited.
She was wondering if she should say a word of thanks to him.
But it seems that he has no intention of speaking to her again.

She stared at Fu Ting Chuan in a daze only to see him take out his phone as he typed.

The man’s sleeves were folded back revealing the muscles on his arm.

She recalled when he stuffed the comb into her hand.
He used quite a deal of force that didn’t allow her to resist.

In the next few minutes, the two people didn’t say anything to each other.

Jiang Tiao decided to relax her heart.
He didn’t say anything so she shouldn’t speak as well.
Sometimes, silence is also a form of respect and agreement.
She wants her gratitude toward him to be the driving force of her work.
She must accept the current arrangement.
Perhaps this is an indication of fate.

However, the next moment, Fu Ting Chuan raised his phone over his shoulder.

His back is still turned to her and he didn’t say anything.
Even the back of his head seems stifling.

But the little screen caught her off guard as it appeared in front of her.

The content was a line of text.

“Remember to get a rabies shot.”

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