You're Beautiful When You Smile - Chapter 104 Part 3

Translated by Team DHH at http://dhh-workshop.blogspot.com.



You’re Beautiful When You Smile
Chapter 104 Part 3

“What is concealer?” Lu Sicheng asked.

In the meantime, he couldn’t stop himself from rubbing against Tong Yao’s neck. After rubbing off layers of foundation, he finally found his own teeth marks. He let go of his own hand and enjoyed looking at it like a pervert.

Tong Yao brushed off his hand and stood up to go to the dressing table. She picked up a thing that looked like lipstick and pulled out the little applicator out of it-- --

“This is it. I usually used it to cover pimples and blemishes. Let me give you a sample……” Tong Yao walked back in front of Lu Sicheng and hooked up his face with one hand. Seeing that Lu Sicheng lifted his head up without any objection, Tong Yao felt especially satisfied and her lips curved up. But she couldn’t find any blemishes on his face and said quite disappointedly: “Oh, you don’t have any pimples, damn.”

Lu Sicheng clasped her hand as she was about to take her hand off his face. Tong Yao followed with the force on her wrist to bend over and accepted the kiss on her lips from the person who was sitting on the bed looking upwards……

The sunlight came in from the window behind the bed and shone on both of their faces from the side.

The kiss this time was different from the impatient and rash kisses from last night. He was now like a lazy feline using the tip of his tongue to trace her lips and moistening her soft lips……

Being so close together, Tong Yao could smell the minty shaving cream on Lu Sicheng which was a perfect match for the early morning sunlight-- --Tong Yao slightly squinted her eyes, pulled her lips away from his, then used her nose tip to rub against his nose tip.

“We don’t need to go on stage to play matches at the Demacia Cup. It’s surprising that you would shave for it.”

“Xiao Rui told me to.” Lu Sicheng’s voice was low. He lifted his hand to pinch Tong Yao’s earlobe. “Though we don’t need to go on stage to play games, the camera will probably catch us while we’re sitting there watching the matches.”

Tong Yao: “Oh.” She didn’t think too much of it but turned to take a look at herself in the mirror. She noticed that her lips were reddish and returned to the dressing table to put some lipstick to cover it up.

Lu Sicheng sat cross-legged on Tong Yao’s bed and watched the reflection of Tong Yao in the mirror: “You put on that thing to tell me not to kiss you?”

Tong Yao stopped in the middle of applying the lipstick: “.....................You can, this isn’t poisonous, just a little expensive.”

Lu Sicheng slightly squinted his eyes but kept silent.

He quietly watched Tong Yao put on the lipstick and reapplied the concealer to cover the red mark on her neck. After a short pause, Lu Sicheng suddenly made a shocking statement: “If we go down now to let everyone know the truth, we can still book the same room in Xiamen.”

Startled, Tong Yao jabbed herself on the neck with the concealer applicator. She turned around to take a look at Lu Sicheng: “Who wants to stay in the same room with you?”

“I want to.”

“Frivolous.”

“It’s too hard to keep it a secret. I’m afraid you’ll be able to open a shop after you retire just selling bottled water.”

Tong Yao humphed and turned back to continue applying the concealer while teasing him: “Think about all of your fans, comrade captain, Mr. zero gossip poster boy of esports. You don’t want your fans now?”

The man behind Tong Yao became quiet.

Tong Yao looked at him in the mirror out of curiosity.

Then she saw him frown and earnestly said: “I don’t want fans now. I only want you.”

Tong Yao stopped her hand, after feeling sweet embarrassment, she blinked and laughed at him: “You retard. Go down downstairs.”

Lu Sicheng sighed and stood up to walk towards outside-- --

“Hey, bring my luggage with you.”

Lu Sicheng came back from the doorway, picked up her luggage with a frustrated look, then walked out of the room and closed the door.

The room quieted down all of sudden. Tong Yao put down the concealer in her hand and fixed her eyes on herself in the mirror. The smile on her lips gradually faded and after a long while, she talked to herself in a low voice: “......How can you not want fans. I can’t support this livelihood by myself, what a retard, really.”

She lifted her hand to wipe the mirror.

“Retard.”

Translated by Team DHH at http://dhh-workshop.blogspot.com.