She left her half-finished breakfast and, pointing at He Xing's lips, asked, "He Xing, did you put on lipstick this morning?"
He Xing was dealing with an email, and Xia Ning's words were not enough to make him look away. Without even blinking, he said, "No, I never wear makeup."
A strange feeling rose in Xia Ning's heart. She pointed at the corner of He Xing's mouth and said, "But there's clearly lipstick on your lips. If you don't believe me, take a look for yourself."
He Xing casually took a tissue and wiped his lips, and indeed, there was a red lipstick stain on the pale tissue. He thought for a moment and then laughed, "This is Fu Han's lipstick; it must have transferred onto my lips."
Anyone with a functioning brain could understand what that meant, and Xia Ning was no exception. In fact, she had already guessed what was going on before she had even asked the second question.