Lu Xiaoyou didn't consider that Long Xiliang, a grown man, might be jealous of an eight-year-old child. She patted the man's chest and said cheerfully:
"This is the first time I'm attending a party with you as your girlfriend, I can't embarrass you, right~"
Was she doing this for him?
A hint of surprise flashed through his eyes.
Suddenly, the man leaned down and planted a kiss on her lips.
The kiss was just a fleeting touch, like a breeze passing without a trace.
The man licked his lower lip and seriously inspected Lu Xiaoyou's lips.
"The lipstick is too red, it's just right now."
He had kissed her just to smudge off a bit of her lipstick.
Lu Xiaoyou rolled her eyes at him unceremoniously, "I only put on lip balm, it's colorless!"
She naturally had rosy lips and white teeth, with a lip color that surpassed thousands of lipstick shades available in the market.
