The backstage was very happy. When Ye Jian heard them chatting, the corners of his mouth unknowingly raised. He didn't notice that Xu Wen, who was talking to her just now, had already gone to the front.

Until now, Ye Jian didn't expect that she would need to put on some makeup as well. Until Xu Wen in front said, "I still need to trouble you all here. I have not put on Ye Jian, thank you for your hard work." Ye Jian realized that she also needed to put on makeup.

It was the first time that makeup was like Ye Jian never danced.

Ye Jian, who was sitting in front of the dressing mirror, took off his military cap and was shined by the light on the bright mirror. When he saw the face in the mirror, he might have never seen his facial features in such a bright light. She was obviously herself in the mirror, but she felt... a little strange.

He is deeply united with himself in his previous life, but she is not her...

"It's so good. Why is it so white when training every day? It's not rough? There is no need to apply powder, eyebrows... there is no need to draw, and lipstick... there is no need to paint it... there is no need to draw it, it is beautiful enough."

The female students who made Ye Jian have no idea how to start, so there is no need to melt the natural beauty.

I have never observed Ye Jian so close. I used to see that Ye Jian was very beautiful and her skin was also very good, but I didn't expect that the skin was so good as a peeled egg, white and slippery... I touched it... I was so good at it.

The female student really touched her. After touching her, Ye Jian had not said anything yet, she had already blushed.

Ye Jian didn't even react that he was taken advantage of by a girl and asked, "How do you want to draw? Just do it, don't worry about me."

The female student who had taken the oil was still rubbing her fingers and savoring the touch of her skin just now. Seeing that Ye Jian was not strange, she felt relieved, "I feel like there is no need to draw, it's good. The powder in my hand is not as delicate as yours."

"You have to draw, you have to draw, and you have to draw eyeshadow." Xu Wen, who was next to him, turned his head and said to the female student: "You have deep eyeshadows, and your eyebrows are painted into your temples, so you don't need to wipe the powder anymore. If you apply a little bit of lipstick, you don't need to be too much."

The female student is a junior high school senior, and her makeup level is not very high, and she has no idea what kind of eyeshadows... she has no idea how to start. In the end, Xu Wen took the initiative to make up for Ye Jian himself.

Because Ye Jian's sword posture was very sharp, Xu Wen deepened his eyeshadow based on Ye Jian's momentum, deepened the entire eye contour, and then drew her eyebrows into her temples. After painting, she said to Ye Jian with her eyes closed: "Look sharper, open her eyes and show me."

His eyes were a little sharper... Ye Jian didn't need to be brewing deliberately. He opened his eyes with dark and silent eyes. His eyes were not only sharp, but also sword light and sword energy inside, revealing his murderous aura.

The third senior sister who had been watching her was scared and said "ah" in her mouth, and then she took a few steps back.

She was frightened by the fierce murderous aura in Ye Jian’s eyes!

Ye Jian's eyes in the mirror were as picturesque as his eyes were dark, and his eyes were not at all turbulent. His cold eyes, cold eyes, black eyes swept across, and the cold divine lines, and the cold eyes turned into swords. He raised his eyes lightly, and the sword light was swept straight towards him... murderous aura.

And the eyebrows that were about to reach their temples were a little more graceful, winding, like a fairy in the painting, and there was a bit of charm that only women could have, which was so beautiful that they were so fascinating.
Chapter completed!