"What are you laughing at?" Lingxiao turned and walked up to Zuo Xiangning.
"I put on a lot of rouge today, didn't you notice that everything you tasted on your lips was rouge?" Zuo Xiangning smiled at his pale lips, "What does it taste like? Is it like flour?"
"Even if it was flour before, after touching you, it became fragrant." Lingxiao leaned down and kissed her lips again, "Go change your clothes, we're about to eat."
"I want to take a bath later." Zuo Xiangning blushed, touching the red wedding dress on her body, "You haven't said whether my dress looks good or not."
"It looks good, but not as good as you." Lingxiao smiled, "Why don't we take a bath together? It'll be just in time for dinner."
Zuo Xiangning glared at him, "Who's going to bathe with you? You go first, I'll bathe after eating."