The anticipated touch never came.
The girl's head rested on his lower jaw, and soon enough, she got up, her lips curving into a wild smile.
Her eyes fell on the man's white shirt collar, where there was a small, faint lipstick mark.
She had deliberately applied a bit of colored lipstick this morning, wanting to create a positive impression for the first time in years.
Fu Chi glanced down at it.
His phoenix eyes squinted a bit.
He heard his little sweetheart's bold command next to his ear, "Don't wipe it off; leave it there for me."
A low chuckle escaped from his throat.
Gazing at her, he agreed, "Okay."
Jiang Ruan nodded in satisfaction. Her man was so attractive, how could she not guard him carefully?
This was a symbol of ownership.
"See you tonight."
She waved at Fu Chi with a smile, then turned and headed towards the school gate.
Her departing figure was always so eye-catching: bold and free-spirited.
Fu Chi watched her leave, a faint smile on his lips.
