Her fingertips were cold.
Ning Qing stared at the red. She touched it with her finger and confirmed that it was indeed a lipstick mark.
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The cell phone on the coffee table rang again, showing the stubbornness of the person on the other side.
Ning Qing turned around and walked to the coffee table.
It was still Bai Qingqing.
The bright red burned ning Qing's eyes.
She didn't know what she was thinking, but she pressed the answer button as if she were possessed.
"Young master, why aren't you here yet? It's almost ten O 'clock, if you still don't come, I'm going to be angry, the kind of Yingluo that needs ten kisses to calm down."
The woman's artificial voice came, and the shirt in ning Qing's hand was crumpled into a ball.
"He's taking a shower. Call me back later," ning Qing said coldly.
Bai Qingqing was clearly surprised. ning Qing? "
"It's me."
The other side fell silent.
