Xiao Yu blinked her eyes, feeling the thin lips covering hers, with a faint scent of tobacco, instantly capturing her mind. She couldn't understand why Gong Ting suddenly kissed her.
Gong Ting held her face, sucking on her soft red lips, gently nibbling with his teeth. Feeling her shivering in his arms, he kissed her even deeper.
Only when they were both out of breath did Gong Ting reluctantly release her, looking at her with half-closed eyes. Her cheeks were flushed, like she had applied rouge, her red lips were more moist, and her eyes shimmered like beautiful cat's eye stones.
He gently caressed her slightly swollen lips with his fingers, ignoring the envious, jealous, and hateful gaze of the salesgirl, and said in a hoarse voice, "Your lip color was too light, now it's just right."
His words seemed to explain the question in her eyes.
"Pfft."
