Nathan Foster looked at her, was he planning to give him a farewell kiss?
Putting on some lipstick before a kiss for a sense of ceremony?
In Nathan's confusion, South Grant walked up to him, tiptoed, grabbed Nathan's collar, and kissed visibly on his collar.
The freshly applied lipstick just printed onto the collar of that white shirt.
Nathan watched her actions, inadvertently raising a brow.
After finishing the kiss, South was quite satisfied, looking at the lipstick print and nodding with satisfaction while saying to Nathan:
"There, that's my spirit, take it with you."
Nathan looked at South's series of actions and couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"Only you could come up with that."
South raised her eyebrows and replied:
"Of course, I still have 108 moves to deal with little third-rate vixens, as long as they dare to come, I guarantee they will be gone for good."
Looking at her smug yet slightly arrogant appearance now, Nathan just feels an affection from within.
