After breakfast, it was nearly ten o'clock. Leng Zimo took the tray downstairs, and Luo Xiaoqian got out of bed, put on her clothes, and stood in front of the full-length mirror. Seeing the marks he left on her neck, she helplessly frowned again, hurried back to her room to take a scarf to wrap around her neck, and finally went downstairs.
Leng Zimo picked up his suit jacket from the sofa, "Shall I give you a ride?"
"No!" Luo Xiaoqian refused through gritted teeth.
"Alright then." He stepped forward to her, tucked the two loose strands of hair behind her ear, and successfully kissed her lips, "Tomorrow is the weekend, you won't need to find an excuse for sleeping in, see you tonight."
He let go of her, blushing and her heart racing, and turned to the front door.
Stopping by the door, Leng Zimo turned to look at her, licked his lips, "Don't use lipstick in the future, that stuff's not good for you. Your lips are beautiful, you don't need it, and reapplying it is a hassle."
