The man's demeanor and tone were clearly unruffled, but he still conveyed a sense of "If you don't help me change, then I won't change at all."
Ming Ge: "..."
She blinked her eyes, hardly believing her own ears.
"I-I-I... I help you change?" Ming Ge stuttered, a rarity for her.
Gong Yeyan said nothing.
Yet, his obsidian-black eyes lightly fixed on her had an unmistakable oppressive force.
Ming Ge's face turned a peculiar shade of red, she coughed and, pretending to be shy, tugged at her clothes while softly reminding him, "This is... not quite proper."
Her eyes darted to the brightly lit sky outside the floor-to-ceiling window, her red lips pursed together, clicking twice: "...in broad daylight."
Gong Yeyan's slender fingers curled up, gently tapping the girl's forehead, "What are you thinking?"
The touch was gentle, not painful.
