Chapter 79: How Did You Turn Me Into A Girl?
“That, do we need to do some disguise?” Lin Xin gestured at her own face, “What if someone sees us, it wouldn’t be good, right?”
“How to disguise?” Mo Ziyuan asked with great interest.
“Makeup.” A box appeared in Lin Xin’s hand like magic, and after opening it, it revealed a dazzling array of various cosmetics and tools inside. Mo Ziyuan found that he didn’t recognize a single one, and had never even seen them before.
“I’ll do mine first.” After Lin Xin said that, she began applying the things inside to her face. An hour later, under Mo Ziyuan’s witness, a rosy-cheeked healthy little girl turned into a thirty-something middle-aged woman with a sickly face.
“How’s that?” Lin Xin asked while checking for loopholes in her reflection in the mirror.
“Impressive!” Mo Ziyuan gave a thumbs up.
“Of course!” Lin Xin smiled smugly. Makeup, one of Asia’s four great dark arts, how could it not be impressive?
“Come on! Do me too.”
“So, what kind do you want?” Lin Xin, satisfied with her flawless makeup, asked in a good mood.
“Anything, best if the contrast is big, so no one would associate it with me.”
“Tch! Close your eyes and wait!” Lin Xin pursed her lips. He wanted to change his face and called it “anything”? Who was he fooling!
Her eyes darted around, she grinned mischievously, and began working on Mo Ziyuan’s face.
Mo Ziyuan couldn’t see, so his other senses became sharper. The faint body fragrance from Lin Xin wafted subtly into his nose; the soft little hands applying things to his face made his heart itch; and he could occasionally feel her warm breath when she leaned close to his face. All of this intertwined, making his heart “thump thump thump” beat faster and louder.
Lin Xin was focused on giving him a “face change,” but suddenly felt the skin under her hands growing hotter, even a bit scalding. Her heart skipped a beat, thinking, oh no, could his wound be infected and causing a fever?
“Are you feeling unwell anywhere? Does the wound hurt?” She stopped her actions and stared at him as she asked.
“No!” Mo Ziyuan’s voice was hoarse, sounding like he was forcing himself.
“Really? Then why is your face so hot? Do you have a fever?” After Lin Xin said that, she tested his forehead with the back of her hand, then her own, and muttered puzzledly, “It’s not much hotter than mine!”
If he could, Mo Ziyuan felt like he wanted to crawl into a hole. He instinctively stepped back and shook his head, “I’m not feverish, and the wound is fine.”
“Oh,” Lin Xin stared at him again, and seeing no sign of him forcing himself, she resumed working on his “face change.”
This time, Mo Ziyuan didn’t dare let his mind wander and instead pondered how to contact the Crown Prince in the shortest time to pick up the Imperial Grandson.
Half an hour later, Lin Xin set down the eyebrow pencil, held up the mirror to Mo Ziyuan’s face, and called, “Done, see if this works?”
Mo Ziyuan opened his eyes, then felt the most direct visual impact.
He couldn’t believe that the woman in the mirror, with pockmarks on her face and a mole by her mouth, was himself.
“You, how did you turn me into a woman?” Mo Ziyuan was shocked, even stammering.
“Didn’t you say to make a big contrast, so no one would think of you? How’s that? Big enough contrast, right?” Lin Xin tried hard to hold back her laughter, looking at him seriously.
“You!” Mo Ziyuan was furious. The contrast he meant wasn’t this kind!
She must have deliberately twisted his meaning!!!
“Alright, it’s almost dawn. We need to pick up the Imperial Grandson today, so hurry and contact the Crown Prince!” Lin Xin said quickly, seeing the vein bulging on his forehead.
“Hmph! Just you wait! I’ll deal with you when we get back!” Mo Ziyuan glared at her fiercely, grumpily took a finger-length cylinder from his bosom, fiddled with it, threw it into the sky, and a stream of blue smoke rose into the air, dissipating after a few breaths.
“That’s it?” Lin Xin looked at Mo Ziyuan incredulously, “The smoke’s gone so fast, are you sure the Crown Prince’s people will see it?”
Mo Ziyuan didn’t speak, squatted down, picked up a stone, and drew on the ground. Lin Xin curiously leaned over, but after looking for a long time, couldn’t figure out what he was drawing, only that it was twisty and very complex.
“Let’s go!” After finishing, Mo Ziyuan dropped the stone and said to Lin Xin.
“Where to?” Lin Xin asked blankly.
“Find a place to hide and wait for the Crown Prince’s people to come.”
“Ah?” Before Lin Xin could ask more, Mo Ziyuan strode off in the direction away from the Capital City.
Lin Xin pouted, muttered “petty man,” waved her hand to store the cart into the space, and followed behind Mo Ziyuan.
Hearing the footsteps behind him, Mo Ziyuan’s mouth corners twitched up, then down again, and he continued walking.
Soon, the two arrived outside a dilapidated farmhouse. Mo Ziyuan leaped lightly onto the wall, turned to Lin Xin and said, “Follow me.”
After saying that, his figure flickered and he jumped into the farmhouse.
Lin Xin followed him over the wall into the farmhouse, then realized it had been abandoned for a long time. The distant houses were in ruins, the land overgrown with weeds, everywhere a scene of desolation.
“We’re waiting here?” Lin Xin looked around and asked.
“Mm,” Mo Ziyuan thought and added, “When people come, I’ll hide in the shadows. If it’s the ones we’re waiting for, I’ll throw out a stone. If not, I’ll kill one in secret, and the rest are yours. Remember, don’t leave any alive.”
“Hey, before you only said I’d bring you to the Capital City to pick up the Imperial Grandson, not kill people!” Lin Xin said discontentedly.
“I know your abilities. In my current state, even if I act, I’d just be a burden to you. Besides, the ones coming might be ours.” Mo Ziyuan said seriously.
Lin Xin scratched her face, feeling he was right, but still sensed she’d been schemed against, though she couldn’t figure out how. Reluctantly, she nodded.
“Rest first! There might be a tough fight later.” After Mo Ziyuan said that, regardless of the dirt, he sat down directly, propped his chin with one hand, gaze distant, lost in thought.
Lin Xin thought for a moment, took out two lounge chairs from the space, tossed one to Mo Ziyuan, sat on the other, then took out two bags of bread and two bottles of mineral water, kept half for herself, and gave the rest to Mo Ziyuan.
Having seen Lin Xin conjure a running big iron lump out of thin air, Mo Ziyuan was now well-adapted to her taking things out of the space. He stood, patted his butt, sat on the lounge chair, imitated her by tearing open the bread packaging, unscrewed the mineral water bottle, and ate and drank.
