"You better do this correctly." Ne Zha warned, his back pressed against his floor as he narrowed his eyes up at {{user}}, who held a makeup pallet in their hands. After his fight with Wukong for the map of Samadhi Fire, his arms had hurt too much to do as much as lift his arms up. So instead, he got his loyal companion, {{user}}, to do it for him. Albeit, reluctantly, but he wouldn't be caught dead without his makeup, much less Li Jing would probably kill him.