Looking at the message Qin Yuhe had just sent, Song Xinya couldn't help but sigh in admiration. As expected of a corporate CEO, his intuition was incredibly sharp. She hadn't even said anything yet, but he had already sensed something.
However, how was she supposed to answer his question?
Was she supposed to just ask him directly, "Why didn't you kiss me on the lips?"
That would make it sound like she was begging him to kiss her.
To be honest, Song Xinya didn't exactly have a hobby of kissing men.
A person who has never tasted candy wouldn't envy its sweetness.
Having never tasted a kiss, how could she miss it or want it?
She was simply confused as to why Qin Yuhe wouldn't kiss her lips.
Asking directly was too explicit and could easily be misinterpreted. Most importantly, it would ruin her pride as a haughty little fairy.
Song Xinya's eyes darted around, shimmering with a watery brilliance. She already had an idea in mind.
She sat up from the bed and walked over to her vanity table.
Various skincare and makeup products were arranged on the table.
Near the wall sat an eight-tier acrylic organizer, packed to the brim with lipsticks.
A total of 100 tubes.
Song Xinya had a hobby of collecting lipsticks.
Sometimes, when she was too lazy to do a full face of makeup, she would just apply some lipstick before going out to give herself a healthy complexion.
Therefore, when it came to lipsticks, Song Xinya was quite the expert.
From the hundred lipsticks, she accurately pulled out a Dior Rouge Matte 999.
Applied lightly, it was an energetic red with orange undertones. A sheer layer on a bare face made her complexion look bright, translucent, and captivating.
Applied thickly, it was a vintage true red dotted with a subtle shimmer. The paste was smooth as creamy jade, forming a matte film on the lips that exuded a powerful, luxurious aura, full of glamour and seduction.
In her everyday life, Song Xinya didn't pursue a glamorous or seductive look, so she usually only applied a thin layer.
But right now, she took the Dior Matte 999 and applied a thick layer to her lips.
Then, she held up her phone and took a close-up photo of her lips.
Above her pointed chin, only a pair of crimson, alluring lips was visible.
One minute later, Qin Yuhe's phone buzzed.
It was a message from Song Xinya.
He opened it to see a picture.
A close-up of a woman's lips filled his vision.
The lips were soft and vibrantly red, perfectly and smoothly shaped with a delicate, plump lip tubercle. A slight gap between her upper and lower lips faintly revealed her moist, tender tongue.
It was tantalizingly beautiful, rippling with sensuality, and seductive to the extreme.
Qin Yuhe stared at the lips in the picture. His pupils contracted, and his gaze darkened into a thick, impenetrable night.
A text message followed.
Song Xinya: [Mr. Qin, does this lipstick color look good?]
Qin Yuhe froze slightly.
What did he know about lipstick?
He had never studied such things.
But he wasn't blind. There was one thing he knew for sure: [It looks good.]
Song Xinya: [I don't know much about lipstick. Mr. Qin, look closer. Does this color suit me?]
Qin Yuhe double-tapped the picture, magnifying the woman's lips even further.
In the center of the screen, the gap between her soft, richly colored lips faced him directly, like a honeyed cave inviting exploration.
His gaze pierced through that narrow gap, fixating on the faint glimpse of her tongue.
The gap was too small; only a tiny tip of her soft, wet tongue was exposed, making it hard to see clearly.
And precisely because he couldn't see it clearly, he wanted to see it even more, staring intently at that tiny sliver of her tongue.
He suddenly felt his mouth go dry, craving a taste of something.
Song Xinya: [Mr. Qin, why aren't you saying anything?]
Qin Yuhe's fingers went to his tie. He pulled it down forcefully and unbuttoned his collar.
The cool air hit his burning skin.
The craving inside him to taste something continued to burn fiercely.
The phone vibrated slightly as Song Xinya initiated a voice call. Her voice was soft and charming, like an enchanting siren.
"Mr. Qin, did you look closely for me?"
Qin Yuhe spoke, his voice as raspy as sandpaper. "I looked."
Song Xinya: "Eh? Mr. Qin, why is your voice so hoarse?"
Qin Yuhe forced out two words from his dry throat: "It's nothing."
Playing idly with the lipstick, Song Xinya said, "But you don't sound like it's nothing."
Qin Yuhe picked up the water glass beside him and took a large gulp.
It didn't help.
The dry feeling in his mouth and the scratchiness in his throat still hadn't faded.
He said, "It's really nothing."
Song Xinya put the lipstick back into the organizer and said, "Well, since it's nothing, you should rest early, Mr. Qin."
Qin Yuhe: "Aren't you going to chat with me a bit longer?"
Song Xinya: "Look how hoarse your voice is. Don't waste your precious saliva. Your words are so valuable, if I talk to you any longer, I'm worried you'll lose your voice and go mute."
Beep— She hung up the phone without a hint of hesitation.
Qin Yuhe: "......"
She seemed to be particularly dissatisfied with him?
That night, when he went to sleep, Qin Yuhe's dreams were filled with those luscious, drippingly beautiful lips.
He dreamed about her lips all night long.
He didn't sleep well at all.
The next evening, Song Xinya sat in front of the mirror and applied a thick layer of Chanel Rouge Allure Luminous Intense Lip Colour 357.
It was a velvety true red with golden shimmers. Thanks to the fine glitter, it made her lips look even fuller and more three-dimensional, giving them a pouty effect.
Song Xinya took another close-up photo of her lips and sent it to Qin Yuhe.
[Mr. Qin, compared to yesterday, which lipstick color looks better on me?]
Qin Yuhe sat in his office chair, his fingers propping up his forehead. He stared unblinkingly at the photo of her lips.
The feeling of dry lips and an itchy throat suddenly struck him again, even more fiercely than yesterday.
He had a feeling that he wasn't going to sleep well tonight either...
