"Not yet," Gong Yeyan spoke the truth, never one to brush off.
"Really..." Ming Ge's tone did not change at all, devoid of any unreasonable annoyance, but then her eyes suddenly darted, her red lips puckered, and she asked in a feigned grumble, "Being so honest, you're not the least bit worried I would get angry?"
"You won't," the man stated with absolute certainty.
Ming Ge blinked, was he really that familiar with her?
"How do you know?" she asked.
His voice, low and deliberate, came through the phone, indifferent yet earnest, and damn it, it was tantalizingly seductive—
He said, "My girlfriend is well-behaved and sensible."
Ming Ge: "..."
The red-dressed and inky-haired girl, in the small villa garden filled with rose and ivy plantings, under the warm orange and tangerine hues of the thinning sunset, a faint, pretty flush of crimson, like the quietly emerging moon at this moment, climbed upon her cheeks.
Well-behaved and sensible...
Was that how he described her?
