Gu Xiaoer saw that his expression hadn't changed and felt relieved. She puckered her oily lips and left a mark on the man's incredibly handsome face, her beautiful eyes curling up with joy. The two of them, in tacit understanding, did not continue the previous topic.
Sometimes, Han Luoli felt that Gu Xiaoer was his antidote, and at the same time, his kryptonite.
For instance, during this quiet night with his darling in his arms, Gu Xiaoer, instead of showing interest in him, was fixated on his suit jacket for quite a while.
Her voice suddenly took on a subdued tone, "Da Luoluo, why is there a lipstick mark on the clothes?"
She was extremely serious as she spoke, her little face scrunched up unhappily.
Han Luoli glanced at her impassively, struggling to contain his thoughts, his tone resolute, "I believe there are no marks."
Only a silly girl like Gu Xiaoer would incriminate herself; he certainly wasn't going to fall for that so easily.
