After a while, there was no movement over there.
Sherman removed her hands from Kingsley's ears and patted his chest. It was surprising that such a steady man was impulsive.
Kingsley saw Sherman flushed to the ears. He glanced at his watch and found that the meeting was minutes away.
"Lipstick," Kingsley uttered.
Although Sherman was confused, she fished it out and handed him.
Kingsley held Sherman's chin in his left hand, unscrewed the lipstick out with his right, and gently put lipstick on her lips.
Sherman had already put on lipstick, but her lipstick was smudged after that kiss. She looked a little awkward.
When Kingsley put lipstick on her, his adam's apple bobbed. Sherman registered that, and her heart quivered slightly; then she avoided his eyes.
And then Sherman went out to see if anyone was outside and made sure it was clear before she let him out. She was as careful as a thief.
Kingsley, on the contrary, was unperturbed. He walked out calmly and gracefully, his hands in his pockets.
They came into the reference room one after another, and no one noticed them. Sherman sat in the back, and Kingsley sat at the head of the table.
The colleague next to Sherman nudged her and asked her if she had gone to powder her nose.
Sherman blushed and nodded casually, then looked down at the file, pretending to read the data.
She was just a makeweight in the project, so she would not have the chance to take the floor. Hence, she could sit there and wander.
Hearing that it was Kingsley's turn to speak, Sherman raised her head. Hardly had Kingsley said a word when his phone rang.
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