Once, he had been having a meal with Liu Jiamu at a restaurant during lunchtime, and the two of them just happened to be sitting next to the window.
There were many girls walking past, including some very beautiful ones, and all of them could not help but turn to glance at Yan Huaian.
Slowly, and he did not even remember why, Liu Jiamu's topic of conversation turned to ladies. After that, he mentioned that his older sister was buying lipstick like a woman possessed. She was practically a lipstick maniac.
"Me, I like those moist-looking lips, the glossy ones that shine and look so rosy. Just looking at them makes me want to kiss them," Liu Jiamu had said.
Yan Huaian had considered that before too, but only Yu Zi's face appeared in his mind. He realized that it did not matter what color she used, because as long as she was the one wearing it, he would like it.
