Slender fingers, so demeaning to their noble owner, were hooking a small pair of panties.
He handed them to Ming Ge himself.
The man's face bore no superfluous expression, and not a hint of embarrassment.
Ming Ge's cheeks felt warm as she took them, and unwilling to admit defeat, she teased, "So, Mr. Gong, you like this style, huh~"
She wouldn't miss any chance to flirt with the handsome man.
Yeyan withdrew his hands, now empty, and his tone was light yet carried a hint of threat, "I think you just don't want to wear them."
Ming Ge, "..."
She couldn't provoke him.
Time to leave.
Bam—Ming Ge closed the bathroom door!
With a silent, thin smile, the man walked back to the single sofa, sat down, and picked up the book that was just a pastime.
After a minute, the bathroom door opened again, and Ming Ge walked out.
Yeyan's gaze gently lifted.
