"Hmm~"
Ming Ge blinked her eyes, her long dense eyelashes fluttering, her small face like a peach blossom blooming in the spring breeze, stunningly beautiful.
Weren't they going to let her be shy for even a moment?
Gong Yeyan's pupils contracted slightly, his slender fingers involuntarily pinching the girl's sharp, delicate chin, a thin smile spilling from his rolling throat, his faint tone tinged with an unnameable pleasure, he said, "I never noticed before that you could be shy."
Puffing up her face, Ming Ge replied, "Then you'd better take this godsend opportunity to get a good look."
"..."
"Seen enough?"
She lifted her head, her lips, which were naturally rosy and luscious even without lipstick, had turned a light cherry pink from her feverish sickness; she hummed a sound and asked again.
The man's throat moved up and down, his voice hoarse, "Very clear."
He withdrew his hand.
