Yeyan casually placed the woman's slender, soft white hand in his palm and gently kneaded it. His actions were affectionate yet restrained. "What do you think?"
Ming Ge was wearing an ancient costume drama outfit and had on a pair of black boots, flat-soled.
Yeyan stood at 188 cm, noticeably taller than her by more than half a head.
When Ming Ge wasn't wearing high heels, and she looked up at him, the first thing she saw was the meticulously buttoned collar of his shirt, his slender neck, the sexy Adam's apple, and the slightly fierce yet graceful curve of his jawline...
Refined yet tempting.
Ming Ge quickly averted her overly direct gaze, touched her slightly hot earlobe, and with a tremble of her eyelashes, said, "Cough, I know, you must have missed me."
