She took up the ox-horn comb again and made her freshly washed hair even smoother.
In the mirror, the beauty, with hair like a waterfall and a seductive figure, Ye Qingci was a bit narcissistic, captivated by her own reflection.
Indeed, what the books said was right.
In this world, there are only lazy women, no ugly ones.
She had only made a slight change and her whole demeanor had completely altered from before.
She became... even more sensual, even more feminine.
She checked herself in the mirror once more, ensuring everything was perfect.
She put down the comb, 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?"
Charge!
She took a deep breath, turned around, and went out the door.
In the bedroom, Jian Shichu had finished washing up a while ago and was leaning against the headboard, flipping through a magazine nonchalantly.
