Eight o'clock.
It got dark early.
Chen Ying also said goodbye and left. Since this was the Family Compound and there were quite a few colleagues around, Dong Xuebin did not go downstairs to see her off in order to avoid gossip. He only walked her to the door. After hearing her high heels click down the stairs, he closed the door and went back inside, letting out a breath. He immediately took off the clothes the big star had just kissed. Picking them up for a look, he saw that the signature was beautiful. That red lipstick mark was also very obvious—rather alluring. Taking a breath, he could even faintly smell the light fragrance of the lipstick.
That old classmate...
What exactly did she mean?
She had even kissed the collar of his clothes?
Dong Xuebin also found it a little ambiguous. He coughed several times, but still folded the shirt neatly and hid it away in the wardrobe. His neck still felt itchy, so he went to look in the mirror and touched the area around his collar. His fingers came away slightly slick and oily, obviously with lipstick residue on them. It was also clearly visible in the mirror. Chen Ying's kiss had actually landed on the flesh of his neck. Damn, wasn't this going to kill him?
Dong Xuebin's heart was burning, and he suddenly felt unbearably restless. He hurried to the bathroom to wash his face before feeling a little better. This was killing him.
Out of cigarettes?
Dong Xuebin went back to the bedroom to get some.
He usually kept his cigarettes in the drawer. But when he pulled it open and took out a carton of Zhonghua, his gaze shifted to the bed.
Pink?
What was that?
Curious, Dong Xuebin walked over and