Mo Shu knew he wouldn't say anything nice, so with a light snort, she stood up.
"Wait," the stylist spoke up, "there's one last step. Today's theme was set by Mrs. Yu for you, and considering you're pregnant, we've chosen the most relaxing process for you."
Mo Shu let the stylist paint a bright red flower on her forehead.
Her already enchanting and captivating presence suddenly seemed a touch more bewitching.
Turning around, Mo Shu noticed that Yu Siqiao had changed into the same red outfit as hers.
Mo Shu was both shocked and amazed.
Usually, Yu Siqiao wore nothing but blacks, whites, grays, browns, blues, silvers—various neutral and monotone colors. This flamboyant red actually suited him surprisingly well.
When Yu Siqiao felt her gaze on him, he awkwardly adjusted his collar, his face heating up as he noticed her staring without blinking, and somewhat irritably turned his head saying, "Are we done? After the photo, I'm taking this off—it's too hot!"
