Pretend, Continue Pretending

Han Zhuoling thought Shi Xiaoya looked good like this; her original lip color was a delightful shade of pink. There was no need for any lip balm to accentuate the color.

After she removed her makeup, he was surprised to find that her skin was similar to how it was in the day.

Still as fine and white.

Perhaps it was because she just washed her face and her face was still wet, making it look so moist.

As if water would come out if he squeezed her cheeks.

Han Zhuoling moved his hands behind him while squeezing his fingertips to curb the sudden temptation.

"Young Master Ling." Shi Xiaoya lowered her hands; it wouldn't do to greet someone with a covered mouth.

Han Zhuoling also got to observed the pinkness of her lips. It looked really good.

And also super soft.

"You're going to wash up?" Shi Xiaoya felt that it was a dumb question the moment it left her lips.

He was holding his materials used for cleaning—wasn't it a given?