C84 The Skill to Survive(1)

"What's wrong?"

Jiaang Xin looked at the troubled Jon and felt a little nervous in her heart.

Jon sighed slightly and tapped Jiaang Xin's forehead with his finger. "Look at you. Why didn't you teach yourself a good lesson? What skincare you using on your face?"

Jiaang Xin smiled in embarrassment and said, "Dabao."

"You're still laughing! You're still laughing!" Jon was about to die from anger. "I'll get you a skincare when we get back. Use it when you get home!"

Jiaang Xin was in a dilemma. The things here were clearly not cheap. How could she afford to use them?

Perhaps it was because he saw through her concerns, Jon patted her hand and smiled proudly. "I'm not afraid. I like you. I'll give you an internal price."

"Thank you." He knew that he couldn't shirk from it. He also knew that if he wanted to make a living with it in the future, her body was no longer hers, but a commodity. She needed to take good care of her. Thus, she no longer hesitated and expressed her thanks openly.

Johnson let Xia Sheng wait outside and led Jiaang Xin into the inner room. He sized Jiaang Xin up and seemed to be considering what to dress her up for.

Jiaang Xin was slightly shocked by the scene in front of her. The spacious room was filled with clothes, shoes, accessories, and various types of clothing. It was indeed worthy of being the biggest design room in H City.

"Xin, do you have any ideas?" After thinking hard, Jon still did not have any good ideas. Last time, he had already gone through the dark style of Europe and America. This time, he wanted to try a new one.

Jiaang Xin smiled lightly. "How can I know if you ask me? You are the designer." She blinked. "I believe in your judgment."

Seeing her lovely smile, a flash of inspiration appeared. He smiled and pulled Jiaang Xin to the sofa in the middle of the room. After letting her sit down, he went to search for clothes and accessories.

Not long later, Jon walked back with a silver-black dress in his hand. Without waiting for Jiaang Xin to speak, he pushed her into the locker room with her clothes.

"Hurry up and change it out. My inspiration bug is coming out!" Jon's excited voice sounded like a child who had gotten a new toy.

Jiaang Xin could not help but laugh. She did not think much and quickly changed her clothes. When she walked out, she was facing a mirror wall. When she saw herself, she was slightly stunned.

At first glance, it looked the same as the last time, but when she looked closely, it was different.

There was no extra decoration on her black dress. The thin shoulder belt accentuated her thin shoulders. The silk luster reflected her fair skin. Coupled with her originally not low height, she was as tall and straight as a black lotus.

Upon closer inspection, there were exquisite patterns on the skirt. It was a lotus that had quietly bloomed. The silver threads were faintly visible, and could not be seen under a specific light.

"You really do match black." Jon's voice of praise came from behind. Jiaang Xin was a little embarrassed. She slightly restrained her brows and revealed a shy smile.

There were very few people who sincerely praised her. She was also not used to this kind of praise and her face easily turned red.

Jon pulled her to the dressing room and carefully helped her wash her face before starting to put on makeup.

Jiaang Xin looked at the familiar movements of Jon and a trace of pain flashed in her heart.

Makeup was one of her favorite courses in university, but her studies were not completed in the end.

She hid the regret in her eyes and returned to her calm expression. She quietly watched the superb makeup skills of Jon.

In the end, she could not hold it in anymore. When he left the last stroke, her voice unconsciously carried a pleading tone, "Jon, I have a presumptuous request."

Jon only smiled. He took a wig and gave it to her to wear.

Because her mouth was also covered with makeup, she couldn't help but bite him. She looked at his eyes in the mirror seriously and said softly, "Can I learn makeup from you?"

Jon's hand stiffened slightly, but he immediately followed the movement as if he had never paused.

"You like makeup?" Jon asked as if he didn't care.

Jiaang Xin nodded, her eyes filled with nostalgia. "During college, makeup was my favorite lesson. It's only because of the school's rules that in order to train my makeup skills, I have to use the school's unified cosmetics."

As she spoke, she was a little shy. "At that time, I was exhausted to death because of school fees and living expenses. I didn't have the extra money to buy good cosmetics. This rule was simply tailor-made for me."

Her thoughts gradually flew back to the carefree college era. Although it was tough, that period of time was truly a free and happy life for her in her life.

She was filled with hope for the future. Like a sponge, she absorbed all the useful knowledge. She believed that she could change her fate through her own hard work.

"What is Xin's profession?" Jon curiously stared at Jiaang Xin, who had a fascinated look on her face.

Being pulled back to reality by Jon's voice, Jiaang Xin put away her thoughts and quietly smiled, "Acting."

"Eh, no wonder you have such a good figure." Jon smiled in surprise. Although he was from China, he was American and had lived abroad for many years. He was quite interested in the traditional culture of his country. He also liked to use modern methods to display the traditional beauty of ancient Huaxia internationally.