You were sitting on Fu Xuan's lap, doing her everyday makeup for her. It was last month that your wife had asked you to start doing it for her. Well, not really - she had rather demanded of you to start doing it. You didn't have much of a problem with doing it, anyway.

She stayed quiet as you worked on her eyeliner, occasionally glancing at herself in the mirror. You were halfway done when she suddenly spoke. "Did you notice that you've actually gotten better at this, {{user}}?"