This shitty company didn't even have separate makeup rooms for men and women. The moment they stepped inside, cheap perfume and the chatter of gossip hit them head-on. Everyone was busy with their own business, and nobody paid any attention to Xuanxuan and Fangfang coming through the door.
Xuanxuan picked an available makeup artist at random and had Yin Sufang sit down. The young woman looked as though she'd been at work far too long, utterly dead inside, without a spark in her eyes. She asked listlessly, "What kind of look?"
Xuanxuan gave a mysterious smile. "Our Fangfang is so cute, of course we're doing a sweet-girl look!"
The makeup artist gave an indifferent "Oh," then picked up a clip from the vanity that who knew how many people had used and pinned back Yin Sufang's bangs.
A sweet girl?
At first, Yin Sufang hadn't thought much of those words, but when the makeup artist started applying blush, drawing in under-eye highlights, and attaching false lashes, he realized something was very wrong.
"Wait, wait, wait-" With a face full of ridiculously heavy makeup, Yin Sufang questioned the makeup artist, who was arranging a pink wig and looking all too eager to put it on his head. "You didn't fail to notice I'm a guy, did you!?"
The makeup artist misunderstood him. "Are you calling me blind?"
"No, I'm not! It's just that this looks like women's makeup no matter how you look at it!?"
"It is women's makeup." Looking thoroughly accustomed to this, the makeup artist deftly-and somewhat forcibly-secured the pink twin-tail wig to Yin Sufang's head. "Did you not sort this out with your manager?"
Yin Sufang stared at himself in the mirror in utter exasperation and called Xuanxuan on the spot.
The makeup artist still had a queue