Si Ye glanced at them. They were the shades she often wore. "They all look good."
"Pick your favorite~"
Si Ye went with his gut and chose one in a somewhat orangey-brown shade. He opened it and caught a faint, milky scent, soft and tinged with sweetness.
It had a very autumnal vibe.
"Hold still. I've never put this on a girl before." One of his long-fingered hands lifted Sang Luo's chin as he lowered his head, meticulously tracing the petal-like curve of her lips.
Sang Luo's natural lip color was a bit pale, but this touch of red made her skin look fairer and glow with health. As expected of someone who had studied in the art department, Si Ye even went out of his way to perfect her lip line, making her lips look fuller and more beautiful—like ripe cherries, sweet and alluring.
Si Ye's gaze fixed on her red lips, and his Adam's apple bobbed.
