Lin Qiushu was bewildered.
Her pretty little face instantly flushed red like an autumn apple. It turned out that when he mentioned wanting to taste the lipstick, this is what he meant...
And she had even pulled out her own lipstick and handed it to him.
Years later, when Lin Qiushu recalled this moment, she still felt her face burning with embarrassment. Her intelligence at that instant seemed like it had vanished!
This was utterly mortifying!
Years later, Yan Ye still chuckled when he brought up this event, claiming that Lin Qiushu was mesmerized by his handsome presence.
However, at this moment, Lin Qiushu stood frozen as if a spell had been cast on her, immobile.
She observed his gently closed eyes, felt his tentative nibbling, savored the crisp and fragrant scent of alcohol coming from between his lips, and felt her heart pounding violently, her blood boiling.
