章節 1572: Game

Lu Lian rapped gently on the guest room door before announcing her entry, "Lanlan, I'm coming in." She stepped into the room to find Ming Lan adjusting the clothes sent over, standing before the mirror.

"What's with the frown?" Lu Lian inquired, making her way closer.

"Just trying to conceal something that might spark another clash between my husband and yours," Ming Lan replied, dabbing at her neck with makeup.

Lu Lian chuckled knowingly, producing a bottle of concealer, "Let me lend a hand. I had a feeling you might need this. With our husbands on the brink of driving each other mad these days, it was only a matter of time."

"I swear Zac did it on purpose to annoy my brother," Ming Lan remarked, shooting a glare at the marks on her neck. "Even concealer can't entirely mask them."

"Turn to me," Lu Lian instructed, examining the marks, "Looks like he had you screaming quite nicely."