An Yue didn't say anything.
Dang Yang was all smiles.
For An Yue, not speaking was as good as consenting.
At least, that's how he understood it.
Dang Yang took An Yue to a hotel not far from home, and as soon as they got to the room, he pinned her against the door and kissed her fiercely.
An Yue was pressed against the door for quite a while before she found a chance to forcefully push him away, looking at Dang Yang... His lips were smeared with bright red lipstick.
She could imagine that she must look the same.
An Yue went into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror.
Sure enough, the carefully applied lipstick was mostly gone, eaten away by Dang Yang, leaving some faint red smudges around her lips.
An Yue glared at Dang Yang, who followed her inside, and frowned, "Can you be a little more gentle?"
After speaking, she grabbed a towel and dabbed it with water, wiping the lipstick from around her lips.
