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Staring at the lipstick, he thought Wen Jing must have bought it for the flavor, the instinct of a foodie.
After looking for a while, he sniffed the lipstick, a scent of milk aroma wafted through the air, and he frowned and chuckled to himself, wondering if Wen Jing would be tempted to take a bite when applying it?
Zhou Sicheng stared at the lipstick, a smile never leaving his face, completely engrossed.
He was utterly oblivious to the gazes of others, didn't notice that Lin Siyuan had been watching him all along, and was even less aware of the thin layer of mist in Lin Siyuan's eyes.
Lin Siyuan's nose tingled, and she quickly looked away, taking a sniff.
Her eyes reddened.
Zhou Sicheng had once studied her items in the same way, examining a hairpin she had dropped in his hand for ages.
The next time, she would receive a similar hairpin from him as a gift.
