Leng Youchen pinched her chin with one hand to keep her from moving, and held an eyebrow pencil with the other in the standard drawing pose, his expression focused intently on her exceptionally beautiful eyebrows.
"Don't move, or if you end up looking like Shin-chan, don't blame me."
Anning stayed still, her bright, lively eyes fixed on him. She remembered that he also knew architectural design, so people who normally can draw should be able to do eyebrows, right?
Moreover, looking at his professional demeanor, Anning found it very hard to imagine what it would be like if he didn't know how.
So, she let herself trust him.
She closed her eyes, feeling the soft brush of the eyebrow brush gently sweep across her brows, and a sense of tenderness welled up in her heart. There was an ancient phrase, "an equal match," used to describe the affection between husband and wife, and she thought she understood that sweet feeling now.
