The girl laid out her little schemes without any reservation, completely unfolding them in front of him.
It was as if she was telling him—
Whether it's a superficial attraction or a sudden heartbeat, I'm head over heels for you anyway.
You've completely won my favor, and I wouldn't possibly sever the potential connection between us over some mere trifle.
The man's beautiful obsidian eyes were cool and undisturbed, as if untouched by any ripple, and even when his thin lips parted slightly to speak, his tone remained calm, "As you wish."
"Then, I'm giving this back to you." Ming Ge suddenly leaned in, her luminescent, slender fingers touching the front pocket of Gong Yeyan's white shirt and lightly placing something inside.
That spot was right over his heart, closest to the man's heartbeat.
As she withdrew her hand, Ming Ge's fingertips inadvertently grazed Gong Yeyan's chest, sending a warmth through the thin fabric like the velvety touch of fine wine.
