“Chào, Cô Nga,” she said before inclining her head toward the aunts. She pressed her thighs together, not used to being this aroused in a room full of people. Khải ran a hand through his hair. “Hi, Mom, Dì Anh, Dì Mai, Dì Tuyết.” Averting his eyes, he sucked his swollen bottom lip into his mouth. Oh sky, her lipstick was all over him. “Anh Khải, let me— I . . .” She lifted a hand toward his face. When she hesitated to touch him, he brought her hand to his jaw. “What is it?” he asked. “My lipstick.” She brushed her thumb over a smear at the corner of his reddened mouth, but it wouldn’t come
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