Gong Yeyan glanced at her, the girl's eyes shining brightly, twinkling with the dazzling light of stars, and he commented, "Very cute."
The jealousy, cute.
The declaration of sovereignty, cute.
Different from the side she shows in front of him, also very cute.
Ming Ge, however, muttered slightly dissatisfied, "President Gong, I asked you if I'm handsome, and you actually answered cute. Don't you know that 'cute' is generally the word men reluctantly use to describe women when they have no other words to describe them, the most conservative answer that will never be wrong?"
Gong Yeyan's obsidian-black eyes narrowed slightly dangerously as he raised an eyebrow and said, "Since that's what you think..."
His voice trailed off at the end, slightly rising with a hint of languid beauty, "How about we change the subject—"
Ming Ge's eyelids twitched, sensing an ominous premonition.
"I'm kept by you?"
"From head to toe, including every strand of hair, all of it belongs to you?"
