The call connected quickly, but just as it did, Shi Lingyan suddenly lowered his head to capture her lips. He gave a deep suck and then pulled away, emitting a loud "pop."
That crisp sound was also transmitted to Bai Yuejie's end, clear and distinct.
Bai Yuejie had no idea what the sound was; soon after, the voice came through, "This lipstick tastes bad, change it next time."
It was Shi Lingyan's voice!
Bai Yuejie paused, finally realizing that it had unmistakably been the sound of a kiss!
Her hand holding the phone tightened slightly. Bai Yuejie stared at the painting in front of her, imagining the expression on Shi Lingyan's face.
What would his expression be?
He had never spoken to her in that tone before; his expression must be very gentle.
Bai Yuejie felt somewhat choked up, remaining silent.
On the other end, a woman's coquettish complaint soon followed, "The lipstick is just this flavor, you're the one who is fussy. If you don't like the taste, why did you kiss?"
