The light in those dim eyes seemed completely gone, making people want to agree to all her requests without even thinking.
Ten minutes later.
Xiao Moli, head pounding, was dragged out of bed and pushed into the chair in front of the vanity.
An Ziqi bit her finger in excitement, staring seriously at the makeup laid out on the dressing table.
Debating how exactly to ugly up Xiao Moli, there wasn't even half a trace left of that sad, gloomy look from just now.
Xiao Moli knew this little thing had been deliberately putting on a show for him.
But who told him he couldn't bear for her to be even a tiny bit sad? Even if it was just acting, he couldn't stand it.
An Ziqi, on the other hand, circled him with a face full of excitement, carefully studying him.
They say fair skin covers three flaws—this guy's skin is so fair, better turn him into a little lump of coal first.
