Immediately, Fu Zhimei and Fu separated, hid in the corner, quickly tidied their hair. Fortunately, it's winter now, and the shawls will not be too hot or conspicuous.

The lips are numb, swollen, even with lipstick can not hide.

Hair can cover up not only the red face, but also the color of the lips.

Fu Zhimei looked at the little woman retreating into the corner and laughed trembling. How could she be so cute?

When he heard his laughter and was seen by others, he was so strange that he stared at Fu Zhiyue and urged him in a hurried whisper: "Go on, go on..."

Fu Zhiyue raised his...