Donghuang Ziyou's lips were as red as a cherry and as beautiful as a red glow.
The thickness was even, and it was as soft as clouds.
It had a warm fragrance, like a warm and soft immortal fruit with a cut, and it sprayed out an alluring fragrance.
Since she had applied the lipstick that mu youqing had given her, her lips had a slight fragrance of spiritual fruit.
The syrup in the lipstick made it seem as if the warm syrup had melted and stuck to Lin Xuan's face when her lips touched his.
Lin Xuan could even feel the slight stickiness on his face from being soaked in syrup, which reminded him of that night more than four years ago.
The two of them hugged and kissed each other, exchanging saliva in the dark.
Donghuang Ziyou's cherry-like mouth had so many wonderful things that Lin Xuan could not forget.
As if sensing Lin Xuan's thoughts, donghuang Ziyou's face started to heat up.