When Qin Yun was suddenly bumped into Pei Yan's arms, her hands instinctively raised to brace against Pei Yan's chest. Even so, she couldn't escape the sharp pain in her bumped nose.
Qin Yun's nose prickled with pain; before she had a chance to retaliate, Pei Yan's presence entirely enveloped her.
The next second, her chin was pinched, lifted up, and as their warm lips touched, Qin Yun's mind went blank, her shawl sliding down a bit.
Pei Yan kissed heavily, their warm breaths intertwined, indistinguishable from one another.
Qin Yun heard a slight closing of the door, her mind instantly clearing up—they were still in the makeup room!!
And the makeup artist was still here!!
Qin Yun struggled to say, "Mmm… there's… people mmm here! Let… go mmm of me!!"
"Don't worry, they've left." Pei Yan's words fell, not giving her any chance to continue struggling.
With just a sentence, Qin Yun's breath was swallowed once more.
