Yun Yuwan watched as this unfeeling man entered the dressing room by himself, took his clothes, and went to bathe.
Yun Yuwan: "..."
As if he had never kissed her before.
After Wen Yangzhi finished his bath, he came out covered in steam, sat on the sofa, and began working on his iPad.
She ran over like a koala, leaning on his shoulder and peeking at his screen, only to notice his lips were slightly chapped.
Yun Yuwan subconsciously told him:
"Wen Yangzhi, your lips are a bit dry."
He glanced at her briefly, his hand still holding the iPad, but he just stared at her, emotionless at the bottom of his eyes, uncaring what he might be thinking.
Yun Yuwan was also stumped as to why he was looking at her like that.
But the next second she immediately understood, as Wen Yangzhi, without any negotiation, propped her face up and kissed her urgently.
Yun Yuwan, caught off guard, lost her balance, flailed on the sofa, and murmured indistinctly.
"No... not like this... I didn't mean..."
