After a lingering deep kiss, Lin Wanwan turned to look at herself in the full-length mirror. Her eyes were misty, her face like a peach blossom, and her lips slightly swollen.
"Ah, my lipstick!"
Lin Wanwan exclaimed softly, her makeup had been kissed into a mess.
Lu Shouyue reached out to wipe away the tomato red smudge from his lips and teased her intentionally, "Not a bad taste."
Lin Wanwan pushed him away with her hand, and he didn't cling.
"I'll get someone to fix your makeup."
"No need!" Lin Wanwan refused outright, "I'll do it myself."
The freshly applied makeup was ruined, especially in such an alluring manner, anyone with eyes could tell.
That would be too embarrassing.
Better to rely on herself, after all, Lin Wanwan was very confident in her makeup skills.
She had, after all, worked as a part-time ceremonial model for four years in college.
