Donghuang Ziyou's lips were lush as cherry blossoms, beautiful as rosy clouds at dawn.
Evenly shaped, soft as clouds.
They carried a faintly warm fragrance, like a warm, tender immortal fruit split open, bursting forth with enticing sweetness.
Because she had applied the lipstick Mu Youqing had given her, her lips also carried a trace of spiritual fruit fragrance.
The honey contained in the lipstick made it seem as if warm syrup had melted and stuck to Lin Xuan's face when her lips touched him.
Lin Xuan could even feel the faint stickiness of honey soaking into his facial skin, and it involuntarily reminded him of that night more than four years ago.
The two had embraced and kissed, their saliva secretly mingling.
There had been far too many wonderful things within Donghuang Ziyou's cherry-red lips for Lin Xuan to ever forget.
As if sensing Lin Xuan's thoughts, Donghuang Ziyou's cheeks also grew slightly hot.
The scene of the two of them under the moonlight, wild and unrestrained, remained impossible to suppress in her mind; instead, it grew ever more fierce and intense.
Smelling Lin Xuan's distinctive masculine scent, her heart fluttered wildly, and she nearly lost control.
"Wow, Mommy just said she wouldn't kiss Daddy, but now she's kissing him again!"
"Mhm, mhm, mhm, they're really so loving!"
"I want to watch Mommy and Daddy kiss every day!"
Seeing the two adults standing there in a daze, the four little padded jackets immediately began jumping around and cheering again.
Donghuang Ziyou hurriedly separated from Lin Xuan.
Her beautiful eyes shifted, and when she saw her lip print left on Lin Xuan's face, she quickly raised her jade-like hand and scraped it away with the soft, rounded pad of her thumb.
Lin Xuan looked at Donghuang Ziyou with amusement.