Luo Xiaoqian had no choice but to get up and walk towards her backpack, she raised her hand, wanting to wipe away his traces from her lips.
"Don't wipe it off!"
Behind her, Leng Zimo commanded in a domineering voice.
Asshole, insane, tyrant!
Muttering angrily in her heart, Luo Xiaoqian bent down to pick up her backpack and walked into the changing room.
She showered as quickly as possible, then put on her clothes and walked out.
Worried that Leng Zimo would lose his temper again, she just casually blew on her hair. She didn't completely dry it and hurried out of the changing room.
The post-shower blush on her face, combined with her half-wet hair, added a touch of charm to her bare face.
Leng Zimo's eyes lingered on her slightly swollen lips for a moment, and his brow furrowed again.
