The ride had already started. With no other choice, Song Yunxing uncapped the lipstick and applied it.
As an entertainer, Song Yunxing naturally knew how to apply lipstick himself, but the ride was shaking so badly that his hand shook along with it.
Shen Yanci glanced at Song Yunxing.
The young man's profile was exquisite. His pale pink lips had taken on a seductive, vivid hue, and pressing them together only made them look fuller and more alluring.
Two buttons of his simple white shirt were undone, revealing his slender neck and the slight bob of his Adam's apple.
His looks had always leaned toward the strikingly beautiful, but his usual light makeup and gentle personality made him seem sweet and harmless.
It only took a touch of color to draw out the allure in his very bones.
Sensing the gaze beside him, Song Yunxing's peach-blossom eyes shifted. He glanced over from the corner of his eye. "What is it?"
"...Here. You went outside the line." The man's voice was slightly husky as he reached toward him.
His lightly callused fingertip gently brushed the corner of Song Yunxing's lips, wiping away the excess color.
The gesture was so natural that Song Yunxing failed to react for a moment.
A moment later, his lashes fluttered, and a faint blush gradually crept over his ears.
The clattering of the tracks filled his ears. His gaze flickered as he tried to distract himself.
But that single second kept replaying in his mind, the movement seemingly slowed dozens of times over, throwing his clear head into disarray.
The man said nothing either. He lightly rubbed his fingertips together, spreading the vivid lipstick across them.
As they climbed higher and higher, a girl's voice came from the front row. "...Nianzhi, I'm getting a little scared."