Gong Yeyan gently held the beauty's jade foot with one hand, submerging her entire person into the sofa, "Are you kicking me as a way to express your love?"
Ming Ge's head tilted backward as if startled by his sudden action, her pupils shrinking slightly. Her fair and lovely face was framed by long, fluttering lashes, while strands of black hair like ink spilled over the black leather sofa.
"...Yes, that's right." Under the man's incessant probing and nearly coercive gaze, Ming Ge was forced to reply.
She extended her fingertip, poking the slightly wrinkled white shirt over the chest of the man close to her, blinking as she spoke, "President Gong, could you let go of my foot?"
"Why?"
"..."
Do I really need a reason?
Hearing this almost righteous retort, Ming Ge's eyes widened.
Does she need to remind him that this is her foot, hers!
"This is my..."
"I know." Gong Yeyan's slender fingers slowly caressed her delicate foot.
