When the woman walked to Nan Huaiyu's side, she kissed his face, leaving a faint lipstick mark.
Her voice was charming and soft, "Mr. Nan, I just came to the restroom to touch up my makeup, and you're already this impatient..."
By evening, the lighting here had already turned suggestive.
Nan Huaiyu naturally wrapped his arm around the woman's waist, his gaze full of mischievous smiles, "Isn't it because you're so beautiful, my dear? You've completely enchanted me."
The woman laughed coquettishly, offering her lips, "You're terrible..."
Nan Wan didn't want to look for even a single moment, and walked away.
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Mu Jin Huan gave his seat to others and stepped out to smoke. Before he could light up, he caught sight of Nan Wan walking with her head down from the corner of his eye.
He threw the cigarette in his lips into the trash, and as she approached, he asked, "Feeling unwell?"
