The significant impact did not make Cui Yun retreat; he stood steadily and let go immediately after Shen Hua stabilized herself.
Her lips brushed past the man's collar embroidered with intricate subtle patterns, leaving a trace of bright red.
Shen Hua calmly stepped out of his embrace.
If it were another man, she would maintain strict propriety, yet this man was Cui Yun. During the days with Xue Tuan, Shen Hua had grown accustomed to his closeness.
The girl showed no trace of shyness, instead, she lowered her head to check her mink fur. Apart from a few places dust-blackened, it was undamaged.
She breathed a sigh of relief.
Then she noticed the striking and abrupt lipstick mark. It added a touch of ambiguity and warmth to Cui Yun's deep eyes and brows.
Cui Yun noticed it too. He rubbed his brows, not in a state to meet Cui Xuan looking like this. He was about to order Ji Qing to fetch another garment when the girl moved closer again.
