Lin Qingqian felt a chill on her left side, and a gust of cold wind blew. Light swirled in her eyes, and she hurriedly picked up the mineral water she had drunk, unscrewed the cap, and handed it to the man beside her.
"Ah Yan, drink some water."
The coldness in Jiang Yanshen's eyes suddenly dissipated, especially when he saw the lipstick at the mouth of the bottle. His eyes gradually burned.
Sensing something, Lin Qingqian's fingers slowly turned, wanting to retract and wipe off her lipstick.
Jiang Yanshen seemed to have seen through her intentions. He grabbed the bottle of mineral water and brought it to his mouth, especially when his lips happened to be on the side of her lipstick.
He even deliberately looked at her with a burning gaze and a faint smile.
Lin Qingqian's heart trembled from his numb gaze. She pursed her lips and glared at him coquettishly.
