"I'll go find you a disposable cup..."
Their gazes converged here, Chen Yu Ying bit her lip and said.
Before the words were finished, Lin Li raised his head, touching lips, his Adam's apple continuously moving.
Gulp, gulp.
When Lin Li put down the can, you could hear the sound of the liquid sloshing inside the bottle, revealing there was not much left.
"What did you say?" Lin Li now looked at Chen Yu Ying, who had stood up, and asked.
Whether he truly didn't hear or pretended not to hear, Chen Yu Ying couldn't be bothered to expose this fool.
"It's fine." Now going to find a cup was pointless, she turned her head, her face like a peach blossom.
Though it wasn't the first time, after all, last time didn't have a lipstick mark.
Psychologically, Chen Yu Ying felt Lin Li's lips were now slightly redder.
A temptress.
Pei, pei, pei, a notable character.
Perhaps this is what counts as a real indirect kiss.
