Her hair was messy!
Her top was crumpled!
Everyone's first thoughts were sexual scenes — even Song Qingyan could not help but look at Yan Qingsi that way. His gaze seemed complicated with a hint of despisal.
Ji Mianmian was fixing Yan Qingsi's makeup when she asked, "Sister, you're so good, Chief Yue is no longer angry, is he?"
Yan Qingsi looked down to let Ji Mianmian touch up her forehead. She said, "Don't you know who I am?"
Ji Mianmian licked her lips and asked curiously, "But… you didn't… sleep with him, did you? That was a short period of time."
"You don't have to waste time or saliva with men like this. Just kiss him to shut him up, make him blur with the kiss, and you'll get your way."
Ji Mianmian's eyes sparkled — she was a huge fan. She said excitedly, "Idol… please accept my admiration."
