Because of My Stupidity, I Became a Timid Vampire

Chapter 198 : Bei Yaoyue's Four-Dimensional Pocket

Evenly applying foundation on Xifeng's tender, jade-like smooth cheeks, Bei Yaoyue asked: "What kind of makeup do you want? Light or heavy and glamorous?"

"I don't understand. Just do whatever you think is best."

Still harboring resentment about Bei Yaoyue's trickery, Xifeng's tone was extremely stiff. Like a rusted robot, she remained motionless, allowing Bei Yaoyue to fiddle with her face.

Regarding makeup, Xifeng was completely clueless. She couldn't even name the cosmetics Bei Yaoyue was using. Gradually, the feeling of her face being covered by various strange substances made her somewhat uncomfortable.

"Why are you so tense?" Bei Yaoyue, who was very close to Xifeng, could clearly see her tensed facial muscles. "I'm doing your makeup, not disfiguring you."

"Because it feels very uncomfortable..." Xifeng muttered quietly.

"Uncomfortable?" Bei Yaoyue's movements paused as she frowned in confusion. "It's just makeup—why would it feel uncomfortable?"

"No... I mean these lace bloomers are very uncomfortable to wear..." Xifeng said with a stiff expression. Without the protection of underwear, the girl's most delicate parts were in direct intimate contact with the rough, lace-trimmed bloomers. To make matters worse, her sensitivity was incredibly high, giving her an indescribably strange feeling.

"Pfft..."

This time Bei Yaoyue really couldn't hold back and laughed out loud. She habitually picked up the concealer, planning to apply it to Xifeng's face, but after looking carefully, she found that Xifeng's cheeks were simply too perfect and flawless—white like a piece of fresh paper from the factory, without any blemishes to be found. What was this concealer supposed to conceal—ghosts?

Shaking her head helplessly, Bei Yaoyue put down the concealer and moved directly to the next step.

Since Xifeng's bare face was already outstanding enough, Bei Yaoyue didn't apply heavy makeup. The makeup was finished quickly. She put down the eyebrow pencil and said: "Alright, you can open your eyes now."

With permission, Xifeng carefully opened her eyes, afraid of accidentally knocking off the false eyelashes stuck to her eyebrows. When she saw the girl in the mirror, she instantly fell into a daze and infatuation, unable to come back to her senses for a long time.

Xifeng could vaguely recognize that the person in the mirror was herself, but there were many differences from her previous appearance.

Compared to her previously pale complexion without any color, her skin tone had now become a white that better suited normal aesthetic standards with the help of foundation. Her tender face was tinged with an alluring pink, and her already bright, star-filled blue eyes appeared even more dazzling under the light eye shadow. Long false eyelashes fluttered up and down with surprise, and her cherry-pink lips were coated with lipstick of an indistinguishable shade, looking as delicate and tempting as peach blossoms, making one unable to resist wanting to take a bite.

If bare-faced Xifeng was just a cute girl with delicate features, then with light makeup she was like a holy angel that only existed in fantasy, graciously descending from heaven to earth.

"So beautiful..." Xifeng murmured as if entranced, even momentarily forgetting that the girl in the mirror was herself. After realizing this, she blushed and lowered her head.

Xifeng considered that she wasn't a lolicon in her previous life, but when she saw that adorable angel girl in the mirror who could make people lose their reason at first glance, she still couldn't suppress the evil stirring in her heart.

"Are you satisfied?" Bei Yaoyue picked up a comb and walked behind Xifeng, carefully combing her silver-white long hair.

"Satisfied." Xifeng gave an extremely high evaluation with complete conviction. "I didn't expect your makeup skills to be so strong. I haven't seen you wear makeup many times before."

"My makeup skills are actually quite ordinary." Bei Yaoyue shook her head lightly. "It's because your foundation is too good."

"Ah, this..."

"A piece of refined steel—even if given to a mediocre craftsman, can definitely be forged into a sturdy weapon. Conversely, no matter how hard a legendary blacksmith tries, it's impossible to forge a piece of wood into a sharp divine weapon."

After finishing combing Xifeng's hair, Bei Yaoyue began tidying up the things on the table: "Alright, let's set off."

Finally having completed everything, the two got into Ye Zhenzhen's car that had been waiting downstairs for half the day and arrived at CP27's venue, the New International Exhibition Center.

Since the two had delayed quite a bit of time, they arrived at eight o'clock. A long queue had already formed in front of the entrance ticket checkpoint—roughly counting, it was over a hundred meters long.

"Don't tell me these people queued here all night..." Xifeng said in amazement. CP27's entry time was 10 AM. They had come two hours early specifically to queue early for early entry, but there were quite a few people who had arrived earlier than them.

"No need to queue. Follow me." Bei Yaoyue headed toward the right side of the ticket checkpoint first.

Xifeng looked in the direction Bei Yaoyue was heading and saw a small door next to the checkpoint with a sign beside it reading four big characters: Staff Entrance. This was obviously a passage specifically for vendors or staff to enter early, designed to let them organize their booths in advance.

Xifeng quickly caught up with Bei Yaoyue's pace, patted her shoulder, and said: "Bei Yaoyue, wait—that's the staff entrance. We can't get in."

"Who told you we can't get in?" Bei Yaoyue glanced at her sideways, then took out three ticket-sized passes from her pocket and handed two to Xifeng and Ye Zhenzhen.

"Staff pass...?" Xifeng looked at Bei Yaoyue with a strange expression. "Are you Doraemon? How do you have all these weird things? Where did you get this?"

Logically, these things should be strictly distributed according to the number of booth staff and almost impossible to leak out.

"I have a friend in the artist circle who's opening a booth inside today to sell art books. I bought three staff passes for her booth from her."

"What? You have friends?" Xifeng was shocked. Besides her, there were actually other people willing to be friends with such a mean, cold, and scheming bastard like Bei Yaoyue?!

"..."

Bei Yaoyue was momentarily speechless. After a long while, she said quietly: "Just business friends. True friends have mutual assistance relationships, while she and I only have profit relationships. If I hadn't paid a high price, she wouldn't have given me these three staff passes. You have to understand—these three staff passes in our hands means her three employees can only enter after the convention opens to the public."

"Wait!" Xifeng's steps suddenly stopped, and then an awkward smile appeared on her face. "I suddenly remembered something very important I forgot to tell you."