Ming Ge's head spun, and it wasn't until both her feet were in shoes, stepping on the light-colored marble, that she descended from the clouds back to the mortal realm.
She mulled over the two statements the man had made before and after—
[Indeed, this is like 'hiding a beauty in the golden house'.]
[Choose whatever clothes you want to wear, they are all in your size.]
Ming Ge blinked, her lips moved slightly, and belatedly, she uttered a few words, "So, all of this is... for me?"
"What else?" Gong Yeyan looked down at her with an air of matter-of-factness in his tone.
——Indeed, this is like 'hiding a beauty in the golden house', but the "beauty" isn't someone else, it's her.
Feeling lightheaded as if a surprise had smacked her on the head from the heavens, mixed with a few threads of sweetness, Ming Ge licked her red lips and beckoned the man with a curl of her fingers, "Baby, come here, lower your head—"
The man did as she said.
