Gong Yeyan gently held the beauty's delicate foot with one hand and leaned in over her, pushing her whole body lightly back into the couch, "Did you kick me as a way to show affection?"
Ming Ge's head tilted back as if startled by his sudden move; her pupils contracted slightly, and her long lashes fluttered on her clear and bright face. Her black hair spread out over the black leather couch, appearing to blend seamlessly with it…
"…Yes, that's right." Under the man's insistent, almost interrogative gaze, Ming Ge had no choice but to respond reluctantly.
She stretched out her fingertip, poking the man's slightly wrinkled white shirt on his chest, which was very close to her, and blinked her eyes, saying, "Director Gong, could you please let go of my foot?"
"Why?"
"…"
Did she really need a reason?
Hearing this almost boldly retorted question, Ming Ge's eyes widened.
Did she need to remind him that this was her foot, hers!
"This is mine…"
