With red lips and white teeth, she wore a radiant smile—even if it was a fake one, it held a certain charm.
Bian Xunzhou’s Adam’s apple bobbed. Suddenly, he rose, braced his arms against the half-meter-long coffee table to leverage himself, and reached out with his other hand to cup the back of Wen Xuyu’s neck, kissing her right then and there.
The kiss lasted two minutes.
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