"..."
Ming Ge froze in place for a full ten seconds.
What does it feel like to seduce and be seduced in return?
It was exactly like this moment—
The breath of the man by Ming Ge's ear was cold and clear like pine smoke, gently enveloping her, his beautiful voice entering her ear, slightly numbing.
So much so that Ming Ge first noticed the man's voice.
There were ancient sounds of beauty, and they were no different from this.
Then, she recovered from the blissful auditory treat and focused on what Gong Yeyan was saying—
In her previous life as a translator, Ming Ge had studied various languages, fluent in French and of course English was no problem.
This sentence was almost instantly translated in Ming Ge's mind.
Her beautiful eyes widened slightly, and fireworks burst forth in her heart...
Ming Ge had heard a saying somewhere:
When a man whispers sweet nothings, he's a poet.
Once, she would have scoffed at the idea.
Now, she could not believe it more.
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