Ming Ge: "..."
Ming Ge's long lashes drooped slightly, her gaze swept over the pajamas on her body, and she tensed up a bit, "My clothes..."
"I changed them," Gong Yeyan said.
Ming Ge: "..."
Ming Ge felt as if she had suddenly burst into flames from head to toe, including every strand of her hair.
Her skin was the uncommonly pale type among Asians, and a swipe of Rouge blushed across her face, making it particularly striking.
The man propped his hand above her head, and under the white shirt, a section of skin as white as milk peeked out. His collarbone curved into a delicate and graceful arc, the slight movement of his Adam's apple at the collar, and a deep, attractive chuckle escaped from his throat: "Isn't it a bit late to start being shy now?"
Each word sent the heat on Ming Ge's face up by another degree.
She lifted a hand to cover the man's mouth, her face blushing pink, "Don't say another word!"
A warning with little force behind it.
