The man was panting heavily. Ning Qing reached out her tiny hand and stroked his clean sideburns impulsively. In her eyes, his tightly knitted jet black brows indicated suffering and self-suppression.
"Umm, wait a minute…" When his thin lips were about to bear down on her, Ning Qing turned her head sideways and avoided him. She opened her bag as her fair hands rummaged inside.
"Looking for something?" He urged impatiently.
Ning Qing's entire body was shaking. The man's aggressive hormones were in the air, and her face and ears turned red as she sensed it. "I…I have lipstick on my lips. Find a piece of paper to wipe them clean. Mmm..."
She kept her red lips sealed shut.
Lu Shaoming opened his mouth and suckled her lips for a moment. He joked with his eyes half closed. "Are they clean now?"
