Gong Heng seemed to notice Mu Mian's gaze on him, set aside the newspaper in his hand, walked nimbly to her side, and lifted her up to sit on his lap.
His eyes drooped to see the news she was viewing on her tablet. The smile at the corner of his mouth deepened; he casually flipped through with his hand, and when he saw those comments, his smile grew even deeper.
Then, he raised his eyes to look at her.
In his eyes shone a bright light, twinkling, filled with warmth.
The sexy curve of his thin lips turned up, and the wispy strands of hair on his forehead added to his allure.
"Do you also like to follow these events?"
Mu Mian held his arm, her large eyes filled with confusion, "Why not care? If you stood up now, your image would be radiant. Isn't that what you want?"
