Chapter 61 [013] You Are the Beauty Makeup

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Song Xuan prepared a set of retro hand-painted dresses for Yang Zimei.

The pink Hanfu top, buttoned wide sleeves, hand-painted orchids, powder blue silk dress, splashed ink painted red peony, graceful and fresh, Yang Zimei likes it at first glance.

She entered the fitting room, put on the dress, and walked out dragging the skirt. She was subtle, soft, and euphemistic, like a lady in pink who walked out of the drizzle of willows in an ancient painting, with a frown, a smile, and every move. Will be graceful into a charming poem, any little bit of poetry.

"Human Cihua" says: Light words are all tasteful, and light words are all ingenious.

Song Xuan looked a little crazy.

Yang Zimei smiled at him lightly, "Mr. Song, is it appropriate for me to wear this dress to the auction?"

Song Xuan nodded hurriedly, "It's so appropriate."

"Where did you buy this dress?" Yang Zimei likes this retro trench coat and wants to buy more sets in the future.

"I made it myself." Song Xuan replied.

Yang Zimei was a little stunned. She carefully looked at the clothes on her body. Whether it was cutting or needlework, everything was done finely and skillfully. It was a master craftsmanship.

She thought that Song Xuan was only able to identify antiques, but unexpectedly, he could even tailor clothes, and it was such a complicated dress.

The size of this dress is tailor-made for her. Could it be that he only made it in the past two days?

When asked, yes.

Yang Zimei recalled the last life and remembered that his wife wore a very chic cheongsam every day, so wouldn't that be what he did too?

So, she couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Song, can you make cheongsam?"

Song Xuan nodded slightly, "If you like cheongsam, I can make it for you next time. Your temperament is really suitable for these traditional costumes."

"Mr. Song is very busy, so I don't dare to bother." Yang Zimei politely refused, she really didn't want to owe him too much.

Song Xuan didn't say much, but asked her to sit down and give her a bun that matched her dress.

Although he knew in his heart that he shouldn't have too much contact with him, he couldn't refuse his earnest hope, so he could only sit in front of the classical bronze mirror.

Song Xuan picked up a wooden comb and gently combed her long soft black hair with a focused expression, as if facing his beloved antique.

Yang Zimei looked at Song Xuan in the mirror and felt the gentle and meticulous movements in his hands. It would be a lie to say that he was not moved.

However, it can only be moved, she really doesn't have that kind of love between men and women for him.

Song Xuan slanted her large lock of black hair behind her head, then held it with a quaint green jade hairpin, and another lock of black hair hung down her chest, looking both quaint and youthful.

Song Xuan looked at Yang Zimei who was dressed up by him with satisfaction, as if he was looking at a piece of porcelain that had just been cleaned and cleaned by himself. It was white, clean, quaint and beautiful.

In this world, there is no girl who does not love beauty, especially Yang Zimei, who was displaced in her last life because of food and clothing issues, and did not have the time, energy and money to dress up properly.

In this life, she has come back, but because of the damage to her bones and muscles, she could only stay on the mountain before, wearing the simplest clothes lonely, like the orchid in the empty valley, beauty is beauty, but it is less appreciated.

Now, seeing himself dressed up like a fairy, Yang Zimei is also full of joy, and can't help but turn around in front of the mirror a few more times.

Her skin is extremely good, pink and rosy, with red lips and white teeth. She doesn't need makeup, just maintaining her natural complexion is enough.

*[PS] A girl's growth is mature and beautiful. Many times, she needs to be guided by a man with mature taste and appreciation like Song Xuan. This has nothing to do with love, Song Xuan is not the male protagonist.