The person in the mirror had a thin layer of sweat on their forehead, their hairstyle a bit tousled, the freshly applied lipstick bright red, resembling the swollen redness left by someone else's bite.
She wet her finger in the mirror and tapped it on her lips.
Then she pursed her lips, propped herself against the sink, and closed her eyes.
Her stomach still felt a bit uncomfortable.
She thought for a moment, furrowed her brows, pulled a tissue from the nearby box, and wiped off the lipstick from her lips.
She always had a habit of protecting her lips, and her natural lip color was quite pale, which sometimes fit well when acting as a sick character.
Footsteps sounded from outside.
Yu Xia took a tissue to dry her hands, turned and walked out, just in time to meet Song Xi walking towards her with a frown.
Still holding the tissue, she leaned against the wall, leisurely drying her hands while her eyes wantonly roved over him.
