"..."
Ming Ge lazily leaned against the door, tilting her head, lifting her chin, and pursed her lips in a smile. Her voice deliberately teasing, she asked, "So, that thing you said just now in front of the second young master and the butler, was it all just for personal gain under the guise of public interest?"
"Half right." She only got half of it right.
Ming Ge, slightly puzzled, "Huh?"
Gong Yeyan's long arm, wrapped around Ming Ge's waist, tightened slightly, signaling her to look in a certain direction.
Ming Ge followed his gaze and saw her recently occupied sofa curled with a pile of clothes and bags, strikingly out of place.
Anyone with eyes could tell they didn't belong in this starkly styled room.
They could only be hers.
She had intended to flirt with the handsome man for a bit, but now... this was just awkward.
Ming Ge: "..."
