The man's expression was a delicate blend of indifference and speechlessness.
However, the soft and slender hand of the girl resting on his palm transmitted a mild warmth that evoked a bit of reluctance to push away and an unwillingness to do so.
Seeing that Gong Yeyan did not refuse, Ming Ge's lips curled into a smile as she glanced at him, then lowered her gaze, and began to "study" seriously.
First, she flipped her hand, which had been on top of the man's, and then in a tone that was half commanding and half lazy, she said, "President Gong, could you spread your fingers out a bit?"
Whether it was driven by a secret indulgence, or he simply felt it was less trouble than to argue with her, and moving his fingers would save him time, Gong Yeyan stretched out his hand.
It is said that hands are a woman's second face.
Actually, the same can be said for a man.
His hands were very beautiful—
