My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Mr. Lockwood, you…”

Xanthea’s cheeks burned with embarassment as she attempted to avert her gaze. At that moment, Orion slightly lifted his hand, and the camera zoomed in for a close–up on his fingertips–spotlessly clean, without a trace of makeup or lipstick.

“No makeup indeed.”

There was a leasing glint in Orion’s eyes as he looked at her, his fingers absently caressing the air as if savoring a memory.

Xanthea caught a fleeting, playful look in his eyes and suddenly realized: Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

He knew all along she wasn’t wearing makeup–he was just seizing the chance to flirt!

In front of a live stream with millions watching, it was outrageously bold!

Meanwhile, the chat exploded with reactions.

[What?! Xanthea’s not wearing makeup? So, she’s this stunning naturally? Creator, how is that even fair?]

[Blown away, how does she look better without makeup than others do with it? Is this the privilege of being a fairy?]

[Beauty doesn’t need adomments. Xanthea’s gentle elegance and natural beauty make makeup unnecessary.]

[Officially a fan! For that heavenly face, I’m never unfollowing!]

[Am I the only one who noticed Mr. Lockwood called Xanthea’s name twice? Seems like he’s got a special thing for her, and I’m getting major ship vibes!]

[Count me in! I’m shipping them too, especially that part where Mr. Lockwood touched her face! It was so In my mind, he’s doing way more than just touching her face. Aaaah!]

swoon–worthy and sensual.

Soon, Isabella, Olivia, and Rachel had removed their makeup, and the group of four was back together. The high–definition camera slowly panned over them, highlighting the stark contrast.

The three, without their makeup, not only looked less stunning but also appeared tired from their frequent on–screen makeup routines. It was difficult to associate their current appearance with the vibrant beauty they usually presented on screen

In stark contrast, Xanthea stood beside them, completely makeup–free yet stunning–lips naturally rosy, brows perfectly shaped, bright eyes and white teeth stood out against her flawless, snow white skin and dark hair. While she stood out among them before, now she looked like an ethereal being.

Rachel looked down, feeling somewhat inferior and quietly moved away from her, while Olivia couldn’t hide the jealousy that flared in her eyes.

She, a pampered heiress, naturally had better skin than the busy celebrities. Did she come on the show just to highlight their plain looks?

Isabella didn’t even glance at Xanthea, her head bowed, hands clenched as if she feared being seen.

Then, a commotion arose

“Oh no- My hair, my y cool! And my fans, they’re all going to desert me!”

“Nobody said anything about shaving heads before I came here. This is an injury at work, you owe me o

compensation!”

The walling of Nelson carried from afar, drawing everyone’s attention to a freshly buzzed head appearing on the screen, eliciting laughter onsite and online–even the instructors couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Haha!

The shaved Nelson looked drastically different from his former self; he was completely unrecognizable.

With a dejected face, Nelson approached. He found some solace in seeing the makeup–free and equally distressed–looking female stars. But upon seeing Xanthea, his eyes widened in shock.

“Xan, how come you look exactly the same, and still look so gorgeous?! It’s not even fair! I get a haircut and look like a total disaster!”