Expensive. Song Zixing glanced at the sign and said, "Don't waste it." "

The girl quickly retreated to the director's side, feeling a little redundant.

Song Zixing carefully put on lipstick on him, even taking care of the corners of his mouth. He didn't nod in satisfaction until the upper and lower lips were painted.

When she looked up, she saw Tan Feiyue staring at him with secretive eyes.

His heart skipped a beat.

"Are you done?" The editor made a sound reminder.

"Okay, okay." Song Zixing took him to look in the mirror and said, "What do you think?"

Looking at herself in the mirror, Tan Feiyue pursed her lips: "It's good."

Song Zixing is relatively light-handed, even if he was in a car accident, he would not be able to tell. In addition, he has a very good background, and he can still look good on camera without much modification.

"How does it feel?" The director interviewed Song Zixing, "Is makeup difficult?"

"It's okay, it doesn't feel too difficult." Song Zixing turned his head and looked at Tan Feiyue again, and added, "His lips are quite soft, and I want to touch them even after touching them."

A girl laughed and teased, "It's softer with a kiss."

Song Zixing originally wanted to ask, "Did you kiss or what?", but when he thought of Tan Feiyue's seeming disinterest this morning, he wanted to make him happy.

He purposely leaned in front of Tan Feiyue and smiled at him: "Come and have one."

"Kids, don't think about kissing all day long." Tan Feiyue was finally willing to say more than ten words. He reached out and gently pinched Song Zixing's neck to keep him away from him, "Now it's you."

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