This remark was loaded with implication.
Gong Yeyan paused, taken aback.
Soon after, he realized the intimate proximity between him and the girl.
At a glance, the girl's upturned face was stunningly beautiful. Her skin was a cold white, her lips a bright red, and her black, delicate eyelashes fluttered seductively without care.
Gong Yeyan's handsome jawline tensed slightly, his hands braced on either side of the armchair, ready to rise with just a bit more force.
Unexpectedly, a pale, slender hand grasped his lapel and tugged gently—
Suddenly, they were even closer!
From a distance, their faces appeared almost pressed together.
The girl's breath was as fragrant as orchids, her breath softly lingering on his face with a giggle, she said, "President Gong, you're not trying to desert, are you?"
Gong Yeyan paused, then responded indifferently with a sneer, "You're overthinking it."
Ming Ge looked up into the man's dark pupils, tilted her head with a smile, "Really?"
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