Xiaoyue's already peach-blossom-like face reddened even more.
Tenderness always hooks the heart and seizes the soul.
Fan Shaoming's marriage proposal was rejected by Xiaoyue, but she had accepted his love in her heart.
Minutes later, they sat face to face at Fan Shaoming's office desk.
Fan Shaoming leaned contently against the black swivel chair, eyeing the woman who was "angrily" wiping her mouth.
The marks had been left, how could they be wiped away?
Even if others couldn't tell, they both knew very well.
"Are you getting used to working at Jun Group?"
Fan Shaoming asked Xiaoyue, appearing completely normal.
After putting her glasses back on, Xiaoyue looked at the man sitting opposite her. He seemed so composed, nothing like the man who had just relentlessly tormented her lips. Now he was acting completely normal, and nobody would be able to tell what he had just done. Meanwhile, her swollen lips made it obvious what had been done to her.
It felt a bit unfair.