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So she didn't decline Wang Fengjiao's offer and sat down with a nod, "Okay."
She took the tea that Wang Fengjiao handed her and drank it all in one gulp.
She looked really thirsty.
She put down the cup, and as she was about to wipe her mouth with the back of her hand, she remembered she had makeup on and elegantly dabbed around her lips with her fingertips instead.
This was Zhou Sicheng's first time seeing her this graceful—she usually wiped her mouth with the back of her hand after eating, or rubbed it haphazardly with a tissue; she didn't like to wear makeup, but she did like to apply lipstick, and every time she wiped, the tissue would be covered in lipstick.
Zhou Sicheng thought to himself and shook his head with a chuckle, figuring that Wen Jing was probably still thirsty. He picked up the teapot and poured her another full cup of tea.
Wang Fengjiao picked up the cup and handed it to Wen Jing, "Have some more, you look thirsty."
