Gong Yeyan's slender fingers paused on the second button of his suit before gently moving away.
Ming Ge trotted up to the man with a few quick steps and eagerly exclaimed, "Let me do it, let me do it, let me!"
She had not even taken the time to remove her own hat and mask, yet she volunteered to help him take off his coat.
Gong Yeyan simply allowed her to proceed—
The girl stood between him and the lacquered mahogany desk, her fingertips on the pure black suit making her skin appear even more visually fair.
She bowed her head slightly, her delicate fingertips slowly and carefully unfastening the ornate antique metal buttons with a complicated pattern on the suit.
Gong Yeyan was a patient man and watched the girl waste time with her actions without urging her.
One.
Two.
Her fingers wove between the seams all the way down to the last button.
Finally, Ming Ge peeled the pure black suit jacket off the man's shoulders, and Gong Yeyan cooperated by lifting his arms...
