Ming Ge, "..."
She accidentally bit her tongue!
What had she just said?
Old... old lady?
Ming Ge turned her neck stiffly, and a few words squeezed out from the tip of her tongue, "Hehehe, Mr. Gong, isn't it a coincidence that you live next door to me?"
The man didn't answer such an obvious question.
But when Ming Ge turned her head, a glint of amazement flashed through her eyes...
The man, no longer in his classic white shirt and black pants suit, wore a bathrobe prepared with the meticulous care of a manor lord, the black ice silk fabric soft and closely hugging his body, perfectly outlining his slender and nearly perfect contours.
His complexion wasn't the frail and colorless pallor of a pretty boy; instead, it befit the natural aristocratic demeanor fostered from a life of pampered luxury.
He sat in the round chair on the balcony, his posture casual and languid. Upon closer examination, one could see a faint dampness lingering in his hair.
