Gong Yeyan halted his steps, lowered his gaze to glance at her; the girl's slim and pale hand rested on his black sleeve, making her fingers appear even more fair.
"What's the matter?" The man's voice seemed devoid of any emotion as he asked.
Ming Ge licked her red lips, lifted her face, and asked with a bit of nervousness, "Don't you have anything you want to ask me?"
The expression on the girl's face, well, had a sense of resignation.
"What are you referring to?" Gong Yeyan looked down, his gaze capturing her little face inch by inch, as he asked nonchalantly as if offhandedly.
Ming Ge's lips were slightly dry; maybe it was a psychological effect, she moistened again her naturally rosy lips that bore no lipstick, and her voice came out unintentionally hoarse as she said, "For instance… about the child."
"The child, wasn't that all a misunderstanding?" Gong Yeyan spoke calmly, "You're not pregnant, are you."
