"It's not that I can't tell you, I just feel embarrassed to." Yun Qian nodded.
The lady looked at her husband, her expression calm, her tone gentle: "I know, you want that cup I've used... What for?"
Xu Chang'an: "..."
Yun Qian looked at the rouge on her lips in the mirror and understood immediately, nodding: "Because of the lipstick mark on the cup?"
"... Miss."
"Hmm?"
"Can't you save me some face?" Xu Chang'an covered his face, feeling a headache rising.
Miss.
Can't you just pretend to be clueless?
Must you drag my insignificant, shameful thoughts into the open?
Luckily it's not daytime, or when Yun Qian realized her lipstick mark's presence, Xu Chang'an felt like he'd melt under the sunlight.
"Face... I don't quite understand." Yun Qian shook her head.
The texture of the lipstick mark?
He did look at it for a long time... so wanting it isn't a big deal, is it?
Yun Qian pointed at herself: "I'll keep everything you give me too."
She is the same as her husband.
