In Totem Hall:
A warm touch lingered on her lips, and Jian Ran froze, never expecting Gu Mochen to actually do such a thing.
The man's domineering breath swept through their lips and teeth, their breath mingling, chaotic.
After a long while, the man's tongue brushed across the corner of her mouth, licking away the trace of wine before he reluctantly pulled away.
"That's enough."
Her enticing red lips were now free of the wine stain, kissed away earlier.
A collective gasp echoed around them; it was a blatant public display of affection.
Jian Ran: "..."
An impromptu interaction?
Ah ptooey...
Jian Ran's mind was filled with images of the man telling the makeup artist that he didn't like to taste lipstick. Could it be that Gu Mochen had planned this all along?
Jian Ran clenched her small hand, suppressing her anger in front of the crowd.
Gu Mochen's lips curved into a satisfied smile, his narrow, ink-dark eyes slightly squinting, filled with a deep and profound gleam.