Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

“Makeup artists can also have exhaustion of inspiration. There are times when we feel low. I may not have a period like a woman, but there are a few days every month when I don’t feel like working. This happens to be one of those days.”

Chu Lui raised his eyebrow. In what way had he antagonized this man? Why must he react so offensively?

“Well then, Miss Li, your gown has arrived. Please change into it.” Qin Lao sat on the sofa and crossed his legs. He was quite polite towards the confused Li Manni. After all, she was his customer, and that called for his good manners.

As soon as Li Manni entered the changing room, Qin Lao put his legs down and sat properly. He looked at Chu Lui, trying to decide if he should smile.

“What do you wish to know?” Chu Lui generously allowed him to stare. They were considered childhood friends and had gone through thick and thin. Naturally, they knew each other’s character well.

“I want to know where that woman is. I said this before. If you don’t want her, you can give her to me. I need a good canvas for my work.” Qin Lao moved his finger to his chin and knocked on it gently. This action and expression were enticing.

Chu Lui’s expression became serious as his aura turned more aloof.

“Qin Lao, I told you to stop hitting on her.” Both knew who the ‘her’ was.

“Ha… you agree based on what position and what reasoning? Who do you think you are; her husband or her ex-husband?” Qin Lao did not agree with Chu Lui’s methods and cruelty. He was fuming. This man had destroyed a good canvas.

Chu Lui’s hands balled into fists by his side, and he smiled with cool indifference. “That woman is dead. You can look for her by committing suicide. You can jump into the sea, go hang yourself, or bang your head against a tree. You choose.”

Qin Lao shrugged. “Losing a canvas makes my heart ache, even my tooth aches. However, I don’t believe that it is more important than my life.

“But you?” He stood up and advanced towards Chu Lui. His beautiful red lips were pressed together in a line. “Ask yourself. Did you really let her die? If she was dead, would you be happy or excited?”

Qin Lao finished with those meaningful words, put his hands in his pockets, and walked past Chu Lui. After a few steps, he turned back.

“Sometimes I feel like I’m a psycho. But you seemed to be more psychotic than me. You like to torture others and yourself.”

He raised his long eyebrow which looked very beautiful for a man. His features might be overly feminine; however, no one had treated him as a woman.

His beauty was neutral and bewitching for a man, not a woman.

Compared to Chu Lui’s moodiness, Qin Lao’s unpredictable character made it tougher to understand. One never knew when he would turn psychotic and strangle one to death.

When the changing room door opened, Li Manni walked out as she lifted the dress hem. Qin Lao did not bother to look. This was not what he wanted, and he didn’t even feel like giving her a makeover.

An ordinary woman like her with makeup would only manage to look pretty at best.

“Lui.” Li Manni ran to Chu Lui and spun around in her gown. “Am I beautiful?” She sneaked a peek at the mirror. No wonder celebrities made a beeline for that man. His hands bestowed beauty to a woman’s soul and made her princess dream come true.