One minute later, the two emerged from behind the pillar.
The man was now dressed in a pearl white shirt, pristinely neat, outlining his slender and perfect physique. At least, that is, until one noticed the pure black suit jacket hanging over his arm, alongside an incongruous black plastic bag in his hand.
Inside were very down-to-earth food ingredients, potatoes.
Ming Ge raised her phone, switched to the front-facing camera, and looked at her face.
Her lip makeup was smudged, the color faded significantly.
She put away her phone and couldn't help but pinch the man's waist beside her, "It's all your fault!"
"..." Gong Yeyan, "What?"
Ming Ge pointed to her lips and said, "Look for yourself!"
The girl's lips were delicately alluring, rosily blushing.
Gong Yeyan's deep gaze settled on them, and after three seconds he slowly looked away, his voice perhaps unbeknownst to himself slightly hoarse, saying, "Hmm. They do seem a bit swollen."
Ming Ge: "..."
