Receiving the water bottle, Ye Qiao pursed her lips, finally plucking up enough courage to step forward and give him a quick peck on the cheek.
"I'm off."
Then she quickly ran onto the stage, turned her face to look back, and saw the man standing under the warm lights by the steps, smiling at her, with a shiny mark still on one side of his face...
That is...
Damn it?!
She didn't wipe her lips!
Ye Qiao froze, nearly tripping over her own feet and sprawling across the stage.
"Miss Ye!" The makeup artist reached out to hold her arm, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine!" Ye Qiao got to her feet, turned her head to Ji Mo, and quickly raised her hand to rub her face, gesturing for him to wipe his face, feeling a wave of regret wash over her.
Seriously, why kiss at all?
Didn't wipe her lips before kissing, now when he touches his face covered in oil, he'll definitely be annoyed with her...
