The temperature in the restroom suddenly rose.
After the kiss ended, Si Chen released his hold on her. Lin Anxin breathed heavily, her cheeks flushed as she wiped the corner of her mouth with her hand.
As soon as her fingertips touched her lips, a tingling pain spread on them.
Without needing to look in the mirror, she knew that her lips must be swollen from the kiss.
She really wanted to take a photo and show the other female celebrities in the entertainment circle, that this is the gentleman-like, noble man they talk about. The fierceness of his kiss was definitely that of a gentle scum, a little wolf dog.
Indeed, how could Si Chen really be as carefree and elegant a young master as he seemed?
After all, Young Master Li and Young Master Huo, who are on good terms with him, are both lion-level figures.
Si Chen could not possibly be just a cat.
Her response just now slightly lowered the man's anger. Even the blood he wanted to spit out from his chest was swallowed back a lot.
