In the mirror, her hair was in disarray, her makeup long since ruined. Mascara smudged under her eyes, eyeliner bleeding, together mimicking a panda's eyes.
Ye Ranran was relieved, thankful that she kept the habit of carrying makeup water with her whether at work or at home, as appearance was always something that needed attention.
In the office, it was a bit better than at home. If a wealthy socialite were to visit, inappropriate makeup could make them feel slighted.
Therefore, Ye Ranran paid special attention to this, seeing it as basic courtesy to wear makeup when meeting people.
After she had cleaned her face, she applied some primer and was about to apply something else when the door opened.
Ye Ranran poked her head out and saw Jun Mochan standing at the door before she inexplicably drew back.
The sound of steady footsteps approached, and before Ye Ranran could think of how to face him or find an excuse, Jun Mochan embraced her tightly.
