After speaking, she spun around twice and then asked, "Cheng Dabao, what do you think of your master's new dress?"
There was no response. "Hm? Where'd she go?" Ye Qingqing looked around, but seeing no sign of the other girl, she wasn't concerned. She gave up searching and went back to the mirror, starting to conjure hairpins out of thin air. She tried on dozens, each one unique.
"Forget it, this dress isn't right. I'll change."
As she spoke, she nonchalantly stripped naked and began picking out a new outfit.
There was no telling how long she was busy. Cheng Dabao, who had left earlier, returned in a huff, her pouting lips stuck out so far one could hang a soy sauce bottle from them.
"Ye Qingqing, are you ever going to be done?!"
Seeing that Ye Qingqing was, in fact, not done, Cheng Dabao flew into a rage and snatched the bronze mirror from her hands.
"Cheng Dabao, why are you back so soon?" Ye Qingqing asked, surprised.
