"Senior Sister Zihan, look, this rouge is nice too. It would look lovely on you."
As Ming Hao spoke, he picked up a box of rouge and gently opened the lid, revealing the fine powder inside.
Lin Zihan merely gave it a few cursory glances, showing little interest.
She had never liked wearing makeup, and rouge and face powder held even less appeal for her.
Qi Qing, beside her, was entirely different. Everything filled her with curiosity.
She touched one thing, then examined another, as though every item thrilled her beyond measure. She wished she could pack them all up and take them away.
Ming Hao spent quite a while picking through the rouge cabinet, occasionally asking Lin Zihan for her opinion.
Although Lin Zihan knew little about such things, she still patiently offered a few suggestions.
Finally, after carefully weighing his choices, Ming Hao selected thirteen boxes of rouge in slightly different shades.
He gazed contentedly at his spoils and was just about to turn away to choose some other accessories when he suddenly felt someone watching him.
Looking back, he saw Qi Qing staring at him with puppy-dog eyes, her gaze full of longing and anticipation.
Ming Hao was momentarily speechless. How could a little squirt like her be interested in rouge too?
Still, despite his reluctance, Ming Hao dutifully returned to the rouge cabinet and carefully selected another box.
"This one looks imposing. It covers your whole body without leaving a single gap."
"This one looks even better. It's dark red all over. Wearing it at midnight would surely scare someone to death."
"This one's pretty good too. Thin as a cicada's wing, light and easy to carry."
"..."
Fatty Zhang, Lin Yong, and the others gathered around a collection of armor, all offering their