"Alright, let me get up~"
Dongfang Mingyue gently pushed against Qin Tian's chest, struggling to rise from his embrace. Her cheeks were as red as ripe peaches, and even the tips of her ears had a light blush.
Qin Tian reluctantly loosened his grip, his fingertips still carrying the fragrant scent of her hair, and at the corner of his lips was a glistening mark—the trace left by Dongfang Mingyue's lip gloss, strikingly visible in the light.
Dongfang Mingyue took out her portable mirror, and upon seeing her slightly swollen and reddened lips, she pouted angrily and raised her pink fist, lightly hammering Qin Tian's chest, "It's all your fault! You've made my lips swell, how am I supposed to face people later?"
Qin Tian chuckled softly, not only did he not dodge, but he also pulled her back into his arms, "What's there to fear, this way no one else will try to pursue you. Anyway, with your Qingmu Bloodline, the swelling will soon go down."
