Gong Yeyan went a long time without speaking.
So long that Ming Ge thought he would not speak again.
He finally opened his mouth, "Such bold and passionate pursuit and rehearsed explanation, how many people have you said this to?"
Gong Yeyan stood by the window, where his gaze outside stretched into the deep darkness of the night, shrouded within it was the beauty and luxury of an old European palace-like building, the bright moonlight above casting a faint, cool glow on the glass window, faintly reflecting his handsome facial features.
His eyes were pitch-black like a cold night, bottomless.
And seemed to be swirling with ink, intensely dense.
"..."
Ming Ge blinked.
This question was honestly a bit beyond scope, not within her expectations.
However, Ming Ge lightly arched her eyebrows, her lips not coated with lipstick yet tainted with a different kind of radiance, "Mr. Gong, are you asking this because... you're jealous?"
