Wen Yanqing walked over step by step, took off his coat, and threw it at the foot of the bed.
"Are you going to sleep?" Lin Gantang asked when she saw him loosening his collar. "It's not nap time yet."
Wen Yanqing smirked. "I'm not sleeping. Let me see if your lipstick color is nice."
"Here." Lin Gantang handed the entire lipstick to him.
Wen Yanqing did not take it. Instead, he grabbed her wrist and pressed her down. He lowered his head and pressed his lips against hers, kissing and rubbing them.
Lin Gantang's lips were stained with the lipstick on his lips. The smudged lip makeup and the ambiguity under his hot breath were especially seductive.
"It's really beautiful." Wen Yanqing pecked her neck lightly and lingered beside her ear. His hand had already quietly reached for the hem of her shirt. He said hoarsely, "Your new lipstick is fading."
Lin Gantang shrank back. "You have to..set the make-up..."
