Lily was pouting.
She looked at her reflection in the mirror as she practiced pouting once again. She was really bad at it, she concluded. Maybe it was because she had been cold-hearted for so long that acting cute didn't suit her at all. Lily narrowed her eyes and smirked at her reflection.
"See?" she said out loud. Being evil suited her best, she thought as she nodded in appreciation. Micro expressions that gave off a cold aura suited her best, while pouting suggested a weakness that was the exact opposite of what she wanted to convey.
"Are you okay?" Zhuo Jingren asked as he wrapped the towel around his hips. He had just finished taking a bath when he noticed that Lily was standing before the double vanity sink, holding a toothbrush while staring at herself in the mirror. "Are you sick?" he asked as he put his palm on Lily's forehead.
