That night, pictures of Han Zhuoli's lips with the teeth markings appeared on the Internet.
The reporters even kindly circled the markings on his lips in red so the netizens could locate it easily.
By the time Lu Man noticed it, the netizens had already begun discussing hotly.
As she was about to scroll to the comments section, Han Zhuoli came out from his study, having finished with work, and saw Lu Man grinning at the phone.
"What are you looking at? Smiling so happily." Han Zhuoli raised his brows in curiosity.
Lu Man waved Han Zhuoli over. "Come and see."
Currently, his lips still bore the teeth marks distinctly.
Han Zhuoli walked over and sat beside Lu Man. With a stretch of his arm, he brought Lu Man into his embrace.
He nestled his chin onto Lu Man's shoulders to look at her phone with her comfortably.
