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Zhao Yi stood to the side and watched as I embarrassedly wiped the lipstick on his mouth before finally walking away in disgust.

I rubbed the lipstick, and I felt like my mouth was going to be pinched off by my own palm.

But that stubborn lipstick print is still like 502 glue, tightly left on my skin. Not even the lipstick that I'd completely erased, and it was smeared.

Annoyed