Su Liyan rubbed her still-drowsy eyes. Sunlight filtered through the paper-paned window, scattering across the floor.
Su Liyan pulled her clothes from the foot of the kang bed, changed out of her light purple sleepwear, and sat down at her vanity to get ready.
A wide variety of cosmetics were laid out. Besides the rouge and powders gifted by her two aunts, there were also some cosmetics handmade by Lu Yuan himself—things you couldn't find in any cosmetics shop.
Su Liyan sat properly before the bronze mirror, looking at her makeup-free face. She pouted her lips and struck a few poses, admiring herself.
'Sure enough, a husband's nourishment really makes a difference.' Su Liyan pinched her own cheek. It was supple and moist, her fair skin glowing with a rosy tint. It felt so plump you could squeeze water out of it.
