"Beast Lin, what's with the lipstick on your face? Explain!"
"I read a lot, don't try to brush me off."
Upstairs, Ouyang Xiaoya's eyebrows furrowed as she glared fiercely, looking every bit the stern housekeeper. Unbeknownst to others, she was also gripping a pair of scissors in her hand, its sharp edges glistening coldly.
Lin Hai stared at the scissors, feeling a chill down below, shivering. He touched his own cheek, internally screaming: "Damn, lipstick marks? It must have been left by Queen Qi."
Seeing Lin Hai's pale face, Ouyang Xiaoya automatically imagined the two of them in the living room, eyes dripping with unspoken history, then unable to restrain their feelings, their tongues entwined, kissing passionately…
Thinking of this happening in her own home, with Beast Lin, her own husband, blatantly kissing another woman publicly, ugh, just kissing even, it was absolutely intolerable.
