It's just that her right hand was stiff and cold, rendering it powerless for the time being, which was indeed a bit troublesome.
Jiang Lingxi guessed that Lu Zhengzheng and the others were probably already asleep, and it wasn't good to wake them up now.
"Give me a hand."
Shen Yunqing looked at the slightly coquettish face in front of him, and he couldn't maintain his last bit of seriousness anymore; he was thoroughly defeated.
With an extra pair of hands helping out, the cumbersome couture dress was finally taken off and hung to the side.
Shen Yunqing then took out a makeup kit, opened it, and looked at the bottles, jars, and all sorts of strange little tools inside, "How do I use this?"
Jiang Lingxi, wrapped in a bathrobe, sat on a stool and pointed, "That small white jar, open it, scoop out a pea-sized amount, melt it in your palm, rub it on your face and the makeup will come off. Then give me a washcloth."
