Upon entering the living room, Tangyu noticed Zhao Xinxin and the other two looking at him with weird expressions. Evidently, the time Tangyu had spent in the room was a bit too long, which inevitably led to some overthinking.
"Don't misunderstand, I didn't do anything," Tangyu explained, though he felt his own explanation was somewhat weak. He only felt that since Liu Shanshan was drunk, he had to clarify things, otherwise they might think he had taken advantage of her.
"Yeah, you didn't do anything, and we didn't see anything, but can you explain why your lips are still wet?" Zhao Xinxin said with a smile.
Tangyu's face instantly turned red. Bad timing—his lips weren't even dry from the kiss. The kiss had been intense, his mouth still tasting sweet. Being exposed by Zhao Xinxin on the spot, Tangyu felt the urge to cover his face and flee, as though he had been caught doing something wrong.
"Things aren't what you think," Tangyu admitted, not knowing how else to explain.
