Two black marks appeared on Lucas Lu's face at some point, just two inches below his cheekbones. Combined with his cold face, it was inexplicably funny. Lily Lian couldn't help laughing out loud, and then Wu Jing also laughed.
The men who were walking towards them paused and looked at the two girls in front of them blankly. Until Lily Lian stopped laughing, looked at Lucas Lu, pointed at her face, and gestured several times near her cheek, everyone understood, looked at Lucas Lu, and laughed.
Lucas Lu realized something, took two steps to the table and put down the plate. Just as he was about to take out his phone to see what was going on, a white and delicate hand appeared in front of him, holding a mirror and a pack of wet wipes. Looking in the direction of the hand, Lucas Lu saw Lily Lian looking at him, with a smile in her eyes.
Seeing that Lucas Lu didn't respond, Lily Lian raised her hand.
Lucas Lu came to his senses and reached out to take it, but Lily Lian took it back. He looked at Lily Lian in amazement, and saw her naturally unpacking the wet tissue, then pulling out a wet tissue, stretching it out, and refolding it before handing it back to him. Lucas Lu paused, but still took the wet tissue immediately and wiped off the charcoal dust on his face in front of the mirror.
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