But who was Ling Yinuo? The lip balm she had given Jian Anning was completely free of additives, made using the freshest of petals, ground finely one by one. Although its color and moisture couldn't compare to those lipsticks that had added artificial fragrances, it was superior in its freshness and naturalness.
At least, when Yu Zexiao's lips touched it, he didn't find it disagreeable—on the contrary, there was a hint of sweet fragrance that enticed him to delve deeper, deeper…
He opened his eyes and saw her long eyelashes trembling lightly, concealing the limpid light beneath her eyes. It was like the morning dew trembling on the freshly bloomed flowers, evoking a desire not only to protect but also an irresistible urge to draw closer to savor that fragrant essence.
She had just had a drink, and so had he. A faint aroma of liquor lingered around the corners of their mouths. It wasn't overpowering but just right to awaken that slightly restless element in each person's heart!
