655 Something We
Ying tried to walk over but was stopped yet again by these stone-cold bodyguards which happened to be her own colleagues from the very same organization. What the bloody hell! How could they stop her from entering her own best friend's wedding?!!!
"We are extremely sorry for the inconvenience, Ms. Yan but the boss ordered to not let you enter until he says so."
Ying was super pissed to hear this answer. She really wanted to know what Zizi was even thinking! She was already late because of a certain someone and now, she wasn't allowed to enter the venue! As she glared pointedly at Han Bohai, he pouted in such an innocent manner as if the earlier devil had nothing to do with him.
She snorted in disbelief. Han Bohai held her wrist and pulled her back before she could beat those people who stood before her like a fortress. Taking her hand in his own, he patiently, calmly, and also gently caressed the back of her hand saying, "Let's calm down first."
"This is all your fault!" she spat out in anger. "You're the reason we are late."
Han Bohai pursed his lips to hold back his pleased smile as he looked back a couple of hours...
*Ding Dong!*
Ying was staring at the dress that Han Bohai gave her yesterday when the doorbell rang. With slumped shoulders, she went to open the door, and seeing Han Bohai, she raised her brows, "It's not the time yet."
Han Bohai looked at her up and down before shaking his head in disapproval saying, "I know. But I also had a feeling you'd look like this. That's why I'm here to help you."
Ying crossed her arms over her chest. "And what can you do to help me?"
"May I?" Even before Ying could nod, he entered her apartment with a suitcase?
"Are you moving here?" she asked in confusion.
"Will you let me?" he asked.
"Definitely not," answered Ying.
"Thought so," said Han Bohai before he turned to put a chair before the mirror and opened the suitcase which turned out to be a makeup box with different tiers. Seeing this Ying was baffled.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"Helping you," was his answer before he took her wrist, pulled her, and made her sit down on the chair. As she tried to get up, he pressed on her shoulders to push her back. "Be a good girl and stay there."
"Do you even know what you're doing?"
Han Bohai helplessly caressed her head as he answered, "I had spent four years with a female celebrity as her assistant."
"Yes, assistant. Not her make-up artist," reminded Ying.
"But you don't know that Sister Xiu was actually no worse than a professional make-up artist. In fact, the way she did was so damn good that even if she walked down the street full of people, no one would recognize her."
"So, she taught you this?"
Ying was still a bit apprehensive but she let him do whatever he wanted to. After all, it was not like she could do a better job. Even if she knew the basics, that's all she knew at the end of the day. But since she hated sitting down at the same place for too long, she kept fidgeting around giving Han Bohai a headache.
When he was done with her make-up, Ying was in shock to see herself in the mirror. She looked different. She tilted her head and saw Han Bohai's expression that was screaming, 'Go on! Shower me with compliments.' But what came out of her mouth was, "On how many people did you practice on?"
Han Bohai's smile vanished as he replied, "I have only done this for my Sister Xiu and my cousin. You're the third person who knows about this talent of mine."
"Should I feel honored?" retorted Ying.
Han Bohai shook his head and pulled her towards the changing room as he picked up her dress and said, "There is no need to feel honored. Just do me a favor and get dressed."
"Go out then," said Ying when she noticed that he wasn't leaving.
"I'll help you with the zipper," he said with such an innocent expression that if Ying didn't know about his shamelessness, she might actually fall for it.
"Get out!" was all she said.
"Oh..." his expressions fell as he turned to leave.
He was fixing his necktie when Ying came out in her dress asking, "What am I supposed to do with this?" He turned around to look at her and momentarily forgot what to say. "Oi!" Ying called out again to get his attention.
Han Bohai shook his head and walked over, "That's the overskirt. What do you think you're supposed to do with it?"
"I know what it is. I'm just asking whether I should wear it or not?"
He took the detachable overskirt from her hand and said, "We're definitely wearing it." After that, he meticulously helped her in fixing the overskirt and then looked at her from head to toe with appreciation.
Ying's dress was a strapless beaded embroidered cocktail dress with an overskirt. The gorgeous gown had a fitted strapless bodice with a sweetheart neckline and wrapped around to the mid-open back with zippered-closure. The beaded and appliqued sheath silhouette cocktail dress was complemented by an organza overskirt with bead detailing.
Ying looked at her own reflection in the mirror and had to say that Han Bohai's choice wasn't bad. But then again, he had been in the entertainment circle for long enough to be familiar with the know-how of fashion.
Standing behind her, he softly said, "I knew this dress was made for you but bloody hell! You're looking gorgeous." His lips pressed against the side of her neck and left a soft kiss. Ying felt tingly at first but when that soft brush of his lips turned into something wet, a shiver ran down her spine which left her immobile.
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