Gong Yeyan's complexion remained unchanged—oh, to be more precise, it was expressionless.
In fact, it was difficult to discern any emotions of happiness, anger, sorrow, or joy from his face. Only in those pupils darker than obsidian could a hint be noticed.
Gong Yeyan's eyes were deep, and his tone was cool and indifferent as he said, "Don't say it again in the future."
Of course—
He meant to other people.
But Ming Ge cocked her head, looked at him, and asked with an innocent tone, "Then… can't I say it to you, President Gong?"
"..."
Gong Yeyan's lips tightened into a sharp curve.
"Alright, alright, be good, President Gong, don't be angry. From now on, these three words…" Ming Ge's coaxed like one would a baby and then, standing on her tiptoes, she pressed her bright red and soft lips against his, murmuring softly and melodiously, "I'll only say them to you."
