Feeling Meng Huange’s fingertips gently brush over her brow, Su Wanli instinctively pressed her lips together, striving to keep her expression calm.
Although this was already the second time Meng Huange had helped her with makeup, on the first day, she had been entirely preoccupied with anxiety and concerns about the subsequent Plot development, so she hadn’t really paid attention to the sensation of the other girl’s touch at all.
But now, her relationship with Meng Huange was a little closer than before, yet her mood had also become more delicate.
Su Wanli quietly lowered her eyelids a fraction, glancing at Meng Huange’s figure in the mirror.
Perhaps to prepare for today’s banquet, Meng Huange’s hair had been especially styled with care. Her long, light auburn hair was neatly gathered behind her head, the curled ends resting at the nape of her neck. In the morning light, it glowed with a gentle radiance, making her slender neck appear even more elegant.
Moreover, she had added a slim belt over her otherwise ordinary school uniform shirt, neatly tied at the waist, which made her whole figure appear even taller and more refined. The cuffs had been rolled up just so; as she moved, her pale, delicate wrists and the faintly defined knuckles became visible.
Besides, perhaps it was just her own illusion, but there seemed to be a faint woody fragrance emanating from Meng Huange, drawing one to unconsciously want to lean closer to her.
However, the next moment, a gentle but firm force pressed on Su Wanli’s brow, stopping her from tilting her head back.
Meng Huange chuckled softly and leaned in, whispering in Su Wanli’s ear:
“Miss Wanli, even if you want to get comfortable and take a little rest, please try to keep facing the Makeup Table, or the makeup might end up crooked.”
As she felt Meng Huange’s gardenia-scented hair gently sweep over her ear, Su Wanli subconsciously swallowed, shifting her gaze from the mirror to the jewelry laid out on the Makeup Table, and dryly ordered,
“Who, who says I was just getting comfortable? It’s only because your hair got in my line of sight! Be more careful!”
“Sorry, Miss Wanli, I’ll be more careful.”
After being criticized so sternly by Su Wanli, Meng Huange wasn’t at all flustered. She only smiled gently and tucked her falling hair behind her own ear.
What’s going on? Why can’t I calm down today?
Deep breaths, relax. Isn’t she just the same Meng Huange as always? I should be used to her by now. Get it together and play the villainess as usual.
What should I be doing at a time like this? Criticizing her skills, scolding her attitude, maybe even throwing in some completely unprovoked personal attacks…
Even though her mind was reminding her to do something to maintain her villainess persona, Meng Huange’s voice was as soft as ever, her fingertips playing idly with the ends of Su Wanli’s hair. Before she knew it, Su Wanli’s consciousness relaxed a little.
Come to think of it, isn’t this kind of life the ideal? Every morning, when she wakes up, there’s a stunning beauty calling her out of bed, caring for her, and then going off to school together.
Maybe in the future, she could walk the streets with her, go on dates, eat sweets together, watch movies…
Wait, didn’t we already do that last night?
So maybe, looking even further ahead, this stunning beauty would get into the same university as her, step into society together, work together, return to the same home, take a bath and then return to the same room, and then to the same—
Wait, they’d already done that too, hadn’t they?
Honestly, even though the System’s Task wasn’t finished yet, wasn’t she already living a dreamlike life?
If she thought about it that way, then after the Task ended and she got that twelve billion, this kind of life might never return…
Well then.
Since that’s the case, maybe when the Task ends she could drag things out a bit, or beg the System to extend the Plot, so she could stay in this world just a little longer…
But by then, it would already be the end of the Plot, Meng Huange’s status would have soared to the peak, and even if she, Su Wanli, wasn’t thrown in jail as a villainess, it was impossible for her to keep staying by Meng Huange’s side as a humble maid.
…Sigh, maybe it’s best to go back sooner rather than later, and just quietly cherish these memories.
Ah, just thinking about it and I’m already starting to feel sentimental…
A clear snapping sound rang out not far from Su Wanli, pulling her back to herself.
Meng Huange smiled as she set the makeup tools onto the table, brushing Su Wanli’s fringe into place.
“Miss Wanli, try waking up a little.”
“Huh…?”
“I’ve already taken care of most of your makeup. Please take a look at yourself in the mirror.”
Following Meng Huange’s words, Su Wanli looked up into the mirror in front of her.
In the center of the Makeup Table, a tall and cool black-haired girl was lowering her head slightly. Her sharp features gave off a sense of unapproachable coldness, while the touch of crimson at the corners of her eyes lent her an air of mystery and story.
If the usual Su Wanli resembled a languid noble lady, then the girl before her now looked like one of the Blood Clan from a fantasy tale—long, dark hair elegantly cascading down her back, two wisps of hair left at the front, which Meng Huange flicked with her fingers, leaving them floating artfully in the air, adding a lazy yet alluring touch to her aura.
Damn, what an outwardly aloof, inwardly seductive butterfly beauty.
It seemed Meng Huange had really put in a lot of effort, deliberately making her look like a final BOSS, or perhaps a hidden mastermind. When she was struck down in that banquet hall, Meng Huange probably felt quite accomplished, didn’t she?
Truly, a schemer with a sharp mind…
“Miss Wanli, if you’re satisfied with this look, then let’s go with it, shall we?”
Seeing Su Wanli staring dazedly at her reflection, Meng Huange straightened her clothes, smiling as she spoke,
“Once you’ve changed, let’s meet in the Yan Hui Ting.”
“Hmph, it’s just so-so. Now get out of my room and go do whatever you have to do…”
As soon as she finished speaking, Su Wanli felt a pang of doubt.
Wait, she seemed to have forgotten something.
Yesterday at the banquet, she hadn’t told Meng Huange that Bai Hewei was actually the one who had invited her as a special guest…
Wait, did that mean she’d become Meng Huange’s main target at the banquet!?
Realizing this possibility, Su Wanli’s heart leapt, and she immediately stood up, grabbing the corner of Meng Huange’s clothes just as she was about to leave.
“Wait, Meng Huange, I have something I forgot to tell you—about Bai—”
“Sorry, but time is a bit tight right now.”
Meng Huange gently tapped Su Wanli’s head, her lips curving in a gentle smile.
“Please wait a moment, and let’s talk in the Yan Hui Ting, alright?”
With that, she withdrew her hand and left Su Wanli’s room, leaving only the faint scent of gardenias lingering in the air.
And a thoroughly bewildered Miss Wanli standing in place.