章節 109: Han Zhuoli Took The Grain of Rice That Had Been On Her Lip Earlier, and Put It Into His Own Mouth

Lu Man was tense, her body stiff and she could only stay still. Moreover, right now she had the chance to interact freely with Han Zhuoli and to be very close to him, thus Lu Man could not control her own heart.

Thus she thought she might as well consider this as treating herself with a little dessert.

"Lu Man," after the long silence that almost suffocated Lu Man, she could hear Han Zhuoli's voice next to her ear.

"Ah?" Just as Lu Man turned her head, Han Zhuoli's finger touched her lips.

She could smell the mint scent on him and when slightly rough fingers brushed past her lips, her lips instantly went numb.

After that, as Han Zhuoli pull back his hand, she saw that there was a grain of rice on one of his fingertips.

"It was stuck to your lips," Han Zhuoli explained, his facial expression not changing.