Ming Ge: "..."
I'm not.
I didn't.
Stop talking nonsense.
Gong Yeyan carried her forward, coming to a Western-style villa, "Open the door."
Ming Ge struggled slightly, her slender and straight calves peeking out below the hem of her white organza dress, dangling in mid-air.
She looked up at him with a touch of helplessness: "Baby, put me down first."
This position...
How am I supposed to open the door?
The villa's door had a password lock, Ming Ge used her fingerprint, and then she opened the door as if resigned to her fate—
When push came to shove, her feverish mind actually calmed down.
What's there to fear?
This is my turf.
I will handle it however I want!
With this thought, Ming Ge broke into a smile, turned slightly to the side, made way at the doorway, and gestured, saying:
"Mr. Gong, please come in."
She formally called him "Mr. Gong," seemingly with full sincerity—
Inviting him to step into her private domain.
