Then Who Did You Paint It For

"My lipstick." Su Wen turned around and looked at herself in the mirror. She saw that the lipstick that she had put on so meticulously was indeed smudged. She was furious. "You smudged the color that I put on with so much effort. Zhou Hengyang, you're done for. You have to compensate me."

Zhou Hengyang looked at the back of his hand, which was red from the slap, and then looked at Su Wen, who was looking at herself in the mirror with her back facing him. In the end, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry and shook his head helplessly.

Sooner or later, he would be driven crazy by this girl.

"Hurry up. I'll put the suitcase in the car first. Third Sister has already prepared breakfast, so we can only bring it along for the journey. Also, how are you going to eat breakfast if you wear lipstick?"

"Eating breakfast doesn't delay putting on lipstick. It's two different things."

"Then who did you paint it for?"