She picked up the ox horn comb again and ran it through her freshly washed hair, making it even smoother.
The beauty in the mirror, with long hair cascading like a waterfall and a figure seductive, Ye Qingci was somewhat self-admiring as she became captivated by her own reflection.
Indeed, the saying in the books was true.
In this world, there are only lazy women, no ugly ones.
She had only slightly changed herself, yet her entire aura had transformed compared to before.
She became... sexier, more feminine.
Checking herself out in the mirror again, she confirmed everything was perfect.
Putting down the comb, she patted her face in the mirror and said to herself, "Ye Qingci, don't be shy, the man outside is your husband, what's there to fear?"
Go!
She took a deep breath, turned around, opened the door, and went out.
In the bedroom, Jian Shichu had long finished washing up and was casually leaning against the headboard, flipping through a magazine idly.
