After a moment of silence, Ming Ge protested in a small voice, "Then the interest you're charging is really..."
Much!
Gong Yeyan's dark eyes harbored a starry, mottled smile that shone brightly in the darkness, his tone was serious as he said, "I am a merchant."
The true nature of a merchant—
Is to wring out every last drop of blood.
Ming Ge said, "Tsk, you capitalist devil!"
Gong Yeyan was silent for a moment, then asked, "A devil, huh?"
"Please, have some self-awareness!"
"Alright."
Gong Yeyan dropped his word.
At the sound, Ming Ge was puzzled.
—Alright, what?
A few minutes later, she began to whimper for mercy, "Baby, I was wrong..."
"You're the best, not evil at all..."
"Gong! Ye! Yan!"
In the end, Ming Ge rolled non-stop off the man's body, wrapped herself in a blanket like a bullied, weak, pitiful, and helpless creature, "…I'm going to sleep! Goodnight!"
Gong Yeyan looked down, his smile ambiguous, his voice husky like a rising storm, and said:
"Goodnight."
