Duan Fei picked up a box that was tomato beef spaghetti flavor, the rich tomato fragrance wafting up to her. She blinked and could only open her mouth.
But the bite was too big, and as she bit into it, several strands of noodles dangled outside, touching her chin...
"Ah!"
With an awkward scream, she hurriedly reached out to wipe it off.
But the man's movement was faster.
As the warm pad of his finger slid across her mouth, Duan Fei felt as if her whole face turned red with a "boom."
Rong Moyong was leaning down, his face incredibly close to hers, his hand moving carefully and slowly...
In fact, before this, they had had countless moments even more intimate than wiping her mouth...
Yet none had made her heart flutter, become so chaotic, pounding like a drum, as much as this moment.
He just calmly wiped clean below her lips, and then his fingers moved down, pinching her pointed chin, "There's still some on the left side of your lip."
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