Mu Chu Yao, who could guess the meaning, immediately had the servant bring clean clothes.

After changing, Yan Jin took a pot of lip rouge from the vanity table, dipped it and applied it to her lips, then blended the lip rouge towards the corners and peaks of her lips.

Although Mu Chu Yao was currently wary of Yan Jin’s high-ranking official face, she couldn’t borrow someone else’s identity forever. This face also couldn’t be disguised for the time being, so Yan Jin deliberately made a fuss on her lips to divert other people’s attention.

Yan Jin had stunning features, but her clear eyes concealed this stunning quality. However, at this moment, with lip rouge smudged on the corners of her mouth as if kissed, there was a hint of flirtatious charm.

Yu Shu’s eyes moved. Recalling the spy movies he had seen, he understood Yan Jin’s intention and deliberately pouted, “The rouge is smudged on your mouth. If you don’t wipe it off, others will laugh when they see it.”

① Eliminate all impossibilities, and whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth: from Sherlock Holmes

② My idol’s flaws live in your mouth, your idol’s flaws grow on his face: from Douban

③ Golden kumquat: homophone for “golden sentence”

I didn’t dream of them last night. Instead, I dreamed that after this book got clipped, I was cursed by many people. It scared me to death. Luckily, it was just a dream.

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《The Bottle Friend in the 70s is a Male in a Female-Dominant World》

On a certain day after transmigrating, Yan Ling picked up a drifting bottle. Inside was a note: “Spring has come. Can you smell the flowers?”

Yan Ling looked up at the flying snowflakes and wrote back: “I’m freezing to death.”

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Yan Ling became bottle friends with the owner of the drifting bottle. Although they had never met, Yan Ling inferred from the other person’s beautiful hairpin and small regular script that “she” must be a “little sister.”

After becoming familiar with each other, Yan Ling received many gifts sent by the “little sister.”

The sachet and purse “she” embroidered by hand; the various snacks “she” made by hand; there was even an attached poem “she” wrote by hand, although Yan Ling stared at it for a long time before figuring out what it said.

The soft-hearted Yan Ling made countless promises. “Baby, marry me. I’ll support you!”

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One rainy night, a boy in ancient costume knocked on Yan Ling’s door.

The boy’s skin was white as snow, his features beautiful, pretty beyond reproach.

Looking at the silent Yan Ling, the boy mustered up his courage. “Sister Ling, I have nowhere to go. Can you shelter me for a while?”

Yan Ling said without hesitation, “Sorry, I don’t hire prostitutes.”

Seeing his confused look, Yan Ling thought this term wasn’t popular in this era, so she said bluntly, “I don’t sleep with dirty people. Go ask someone else.”

The boy looked at her in disbelief, mist instantly filling his eyes. “Just yesterday, you said you wanted to marry me. Today, you’re going back on your word. Do you despise me for being in dire straits now?”

Yan Ling: “?”

Wait, something seemed wrong. She had only said these words to her cute bottle friend “little sister,” right?

Later, when the boy learned what Yan Ling meant when she saw him, he hugged her with a red face. “Sister Ling, I… I’m very clean.”