Yin Huaixi held her hand.
Yu Youyao looked up. "What's wrong?"
"Your lips haven't moved, but I can smell the fragrance." Yin Huaixi leaned closer and took a whiff. A unique sweet fragrance immediately entered his nose, making him feel tipsy. "Let me try it."
Yu Youyao's lips subconsciously moved.
He gently wiped the redness from her lips with his finger and placed it into his mouth to taste it carefully. Yin Huaixi narrowed his eyes. "It's sweet."
He clearly did not like sweet food, but he liked her lipstick. Usually, no matter what lipstick she used, he would always eat it. She did not know what was wrong with him.
Yu Youyao was both angry and annoyed. "I put a lot of beeswax on my mouth. Of course it's sweet."
"It can be sweeter." Yin Huaixi stared at her lips.