His face was close at hand, so close she could even feel the warmth of his breath on her face.
Then, she heard him say in a husky, low voice, "Song Yan, wipe off the lipstick."
Song Yan: "..."
As expected.
Just as she had thought.
He had suddenly stopped because of the lipstick on her mouth.
Mr. Gu had always been particular about this.
He never ate lipstick, and it had been the same in the past; he could always be excessively rational, always wiping off her lipstick before kissing her.
It was precisely because she knew this that Song Yan was so calm at this moment.
Gu Chenxiao was still Gu Chenxiao.
In dealing with everything, he could always be so rational, his habits always carried out so thoroughly.
She had never seen him lose his reason.
Song Yan curved her lips into a light smile, her eyes intently fixed on him.
Without using her hands, she carefully nibbled away the lipstick on her lips using her teeth and tongue.
She was like a mischievous sprite.
