Gong Yeyan glanced at her, and Ming Ge felt a jolt at her brow as she heard the man's voice, rich and sonorous like a cello, each word falling by her ear:
"My woman."
Ming Ge suddenly looked up, and collided with Gong Yeyan's dark and profound eyes.
Deep, focused, obscure.
Just one look, and Ming Ge felt her whole being was unnervingly captivated...
After her coaching, the beauty's seductive skills had improved from blue to outshine blue, as the new waves of the Yangtze River pushed the old waves forward, and she felt like the old wave beaten to death on the sandy shore...
Ming Ge cleared her throat and blurted out a sentence, "I won't pick either, I choose to 'go with the dog'!"
The words fell.
Silence.
The words that came out in a moment of urgency often best reflected the truest thoughts of one's heart.
Ming Ge parted her red lips, gazing at the man's handsome face, which held little expression, wanting to explain or comfort him, yet not feeling much regret in her heart.
