The rosy lips gently pressed against another set of lips.
A warmth was mutually transmitted.
"Yuxin, I have to go to work now, so just stay here and help me keep an eye on the house," Shu Yunning's voice suddenly came from outside.
Song Yuxin was startled, hurriedly lifting her head, her cheeks flushed with color, reminiscent of one who had just indulged in honey wine, with a rosy glow and a touch of sweetness.
A woman in love always looks like this.
"Yuxin, why is your face so red?" Shu Yunning walked in and saw Song Yuxin's rosy cheeks. She reached out to touch her forehead, "Are you feverish too?"
"No, no... I'm not, just hurry off to work!" Song Yuxin said with some embarrassment.
