After a few minutes of commotion, Shen Qingqing straightened her hair and clothes in the bathroom mirror.
Her lips were excessively red.
She pursed them, but they wouldn't return to normal.
Jiang Zhixun hugged her from behind, his gaze also falling on Shen Qingqing's lips.
"They look nice, just like you put on lipstick."
Looking at her slightly swollen lips, Shen Qingqing was on the verge of tears, "This is way too obvious."
Jiang Zhixun: "Next time I'll be gentler."
A short separation is better than a new marriage; it's been too long since they last met, so he couldn't control himself properly.
Next time, he'll definitely be gentle.
There won't be a trace left.
Shen Qingqing didn't believe his nonsense, "If your mom sees, I'll just say it was mosquito bites."
In the mirror, a mischievous smile appeared on the man's lips.
"Our mom will be delighted, she'd love to pack me up and send me to your bed."
Shen Qingqing twisted around, trying to cover Jiang Zhixun's mouth.
