The girl's lips were a bright red, her smile lustrous, as if making a silent invitation.
Gong Yeyan's eyes darkened, his voice clear and cold as he said, "No need, I don't like sweets."
Ming Ge blinked her eyes, her long lashes fluttering like crow feathers, and whispered, "Oh? Really don't want to eat it?"
She feigned innocence, but was naturally seductive.
Leaning forward, her lips—still glossy from the ice cream—were like peach blossoms drifting in a spring breeze as they landed on the man's cool and thin lips.
A sweet blueberry scent filled the air.
Gong Yeyan's eyes instantly filled with an overwhelming darkness…
"Boss—" Zuo An knocked on the door somewhat urgently, then turned the knob and came in.
Oh, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!!!
He immediately turned and left!
He wished he could slap himself!
Hating that he just ruined Boss's good time!
