After she spoke,
Ming Ge looked toward the man and asked, "President Gong, do you think I'm bad?"
The girl's fair and bright face showed a delicate, soft expression; her eyelashes trembled slightly, fluttering as if she feared he would think of her as a bad woman.
But the fleeting crystal-clear mirth in her eyes gave away some of the true emotions she was trying to hide—
She wasn't really worried that he would dislike her occasional exposure of her not-so-kind yet not entirely malicious streaks of bad behavior.
After a brief silence, Gong Yeyan spoke, "I won't."
"Why is that?" Ming Ge propped up her chin and smiled, "Thinking about Miss Yin's doom in the not too distant future, I start to doubt myself. Am I too malicious?"
Her eyes slanted with an evident gleam of amusement, and her tone slowly teased, "Is it because you love me so much, President Gong, that I come with a Beauty Filter in front of you, filtering out all the bad, the imperfect, the unkind flaws?"