Kiss me.
Her luminous white fingertips caressed her rosy lips, her entire slender body lazily curling backward, her delicate feet increasingly appearing visually pale on the soft, expansive black leather sofa.
The earthy black-framed glasses that had been perched on her nose were long thrown aside, and her raven-black, wavy hair cascaded down, slipping carelessly and messily on the sides of her cheeks tinged with a thin peach blossom color, rendering her fair and bright face even more exquisitely delicate.
The man's handsome and noble dark eyebrows and eyes held a faint contented glow, adding a breathtakingly tempting quality as his gaze focused on her like a vortex that could devour hearts. He asked, "What do you want?"
Playing dumb!
Ming Ge glared at him, her expression a blend of coquettish charm and annoyance, and her gaze inadvertently caught sight of the dumpling with crab roe filling that had rolled onto the floor. She said, "It's all your fault, wasting my baozi."
