"What debauchery?" Bai Jue crosses his legs, propping up his knee and leaning back on the sofa, looking quite carefree.
"You both, brother and sister, are laughing deviously, I can tell something's up."
"Still denying it," Jian Luo laughed out loud, "then where did that lipstick on your lips come from? Don't tell me you've started wearing lipstick."
At that, Jian Qing chuckled lightly, and Quan Jingwu, holding her with one hand, helped her lean against him so she wouldn't hurt herself.
"Lipstick?"
Bai Jue broke a sweat and quickly rubbed his lips.
Could it have come from when Zhan Mingyan forcefully kissed him earlier?
Four people, eight eyes staring at him, Bai Jue felt overwhelmed.
He coughed into his fist near his lips a few times to change the subject, "By the way, Jian Qing, how are the investigations into your car accident going?"
Jian Qing gave him an amused look but didn't continue asking about the lipstick mark on his lips.
