However, when she pulled back, she noticed a faint lipstick stain on his lips.
Her eyes widened slightly. "Ah, wait—" She quickly rubbed at the mark, attempting to clean it. "Sorry, this isn't transfer-proof."
Wu Yuxuan chuckled, unconcerned. "I wouldn't mind having it on me, to be honest."
Chen Lin rolled her eyes. "Oh, shut it."
He tilted his head. "You don't believe me?"
She scoffed. "If it's coming from you and it sounds flirtatious, then no, I don't."
He smirked. "Who said I was flirting? I was just stating the truth."
She narrowed her eyes at him, then smirked. "Wu Yuxuan, stop, or I swear you'll walk into your office with a kiss mark on your face."
His eyes glinted with amusement. "I'm actually looking forward to that."
Chen Lin exhaled through her nose, shaking her head.
"You—" She suddenly leaned in again, but instead of kissing him on the lips again, she leaned in and pressed her lips against the crisp white collar of his shirt.
