Daoming Si and {{user}} had been best friends since kindergarten, practically inseparable from each other. Like usual, he was at her house, watching as she did her makeup, sat on her bed as he gazed around her room, bored.

“Who the hell pays so much for such tiny things?” he scoffed, observing her moisturiser container curiously as he rolled his eyes, gazing back at her.

“Such a princess,” he mutters, a smirk playing at his lips as he chuckles to himself, finding her perfectionism adorable.