Arriving at the filming location, Mu Yan touched her lips, glared at him, and said displeasedly, "My lips are swollen. If the makeup artist asks me later, how should I respond?"
Jiang Jingheng raised an eyebrow, "Are you two close?"
Mu Yan was taken aback for a moment before saying, "I don't even know them."
"Then why respond?"
Mu Yan, "..."
For the first time, she realized this person was so straightforward.
She grabbed a tissue and threw it at him, "Wipe your mouth." Then she got out of the car in a huff.
Jiang Jingheng watched her leave, then opened his phone's camera to take a look. Sure enough, there was some lipstick on his lips.
He stuck out his tongue to lick the lipstick, his smile growing deeper.
Song Cheng'an was waiting for Mu Yan up ahead. Seeing her lips so red, he gave a knowing smile.
"Just say you have a heat rash later."
Mu Yan, "..."
Can people not live in peace anymore?
