"Be careful."
The man's tone didn't carry much of a reproach.
Ming Ge clung to his neck, giggling, "I knew you would catch me~"
Gong Yeyan had no way to deal with her, his lips curling into a helpless and indulgent thin smile.
Slightly tipsy, but not completely unconscious with drunkenness, a woman in the state between sober and drunk exudes an exceptionally charming and clingy allure.
"Honey, thank you for the flowers you gave me, I really like them!"
"Just a verbal thanks?" the man's voice slightly husky.
The little woman tilted her head, thought for a moment, and leaned forward with her red lips, kissing the man's clean and handsome face.
Who knew, he said, "Not enough."
"Hmm?" She blinked slowly, her curled eyelashes like two little fans, fluttering as if puzzled.
The next second, Gong Yeyan pointed to his lips, a casual gesture, yet carrying an ultimate seductive charm, "Here."
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