The next morning, Yan Luoxi came down the stairs gracefully, dressed in a creamy white lace long dress, with naturally blushed red lips, and features as if painted by an artist.
Li Yeqi was downstairs reading the newspaper when he heard footsteps. He looked up and saw her descend like she stepped out of a painting, a hint of astonishment swept across his eyes.
Yan Luoxi stopped in front of him, waved her hand in front of his eyes, and said with a laugh, "Silly, are you stunned?"
Li Yeqi caught her wrist, pulled gently, and she spun into his embrace, sitting securely on his lap. His hot breath rushed over her face. Yan Luoxi, quick on the uptake, covered his lips with her hand, "Don't mess around, my makeup has just been done. It won't be possible to redo it if you smudge it."
Li Yeqi pulled down her hand and kissed her forcefully.
