"...No!"
Ming Ge's heart skipped a beat, and she swiftly broke free from the man's restraint.
She stepped back in her modestly high heels, retreating.
She retreated far, so far that he couldn't reach her with outstretched hands.
With a cunning twirl of her eyes and a curve of her luscious red lips, Ming Ge suddenly raised her voice and said,
"Gong Yeyan, come chase me! If you catch me, you can taste... how about it?"
The girl's jet-black hair, caressed by the cool summer night breeze, was draped in disheveled beauty. Her small, fair face beamed with a smile, and her black dress made her seem like a sprite of the night.
Gong Yeyan lowered his gaze and let out a soft chuckle.
His eyes were so tenderly warm that they unintentionally dazzled the moment.
*
Having once again flirted with a stunning beauty, Ming Ge was in a pleasantly good mood as she left and asked Han Sen, "Where is tonight's wrap party being held?"
