Gong Yeyan's gaze was deep, like it was dyed with intense ink.
Ming Ge's little face unexpectedly became scalding hot, and she didn't dare meet his eyes.
Her eyelashes, long and curling like a phoenix's tail, gently lowered, casting a faint rosy blush along the tender skin of her cheeks, accentuating the rosy brilliance of the rouge.
Rarely shy.
Ming Ge's face was burning, and she thought to herself in desperation, "No, this isn't me."
Since when have I turned into this delicate, tender, little wife?
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"Stand still, don't move."
Gong Yeyan took several steps and came around behind Ming Ge.
The girl's long black hair cascaded gently to her waist, curling slightly at the ends like thick seaweed, while the zipper of her rose-pink dress was only pulled up halfway, revealing glimpses of her luminescent white skin through the strands of her hair.
The man raised his hand and gently brushed her dark hair to one side, letting it fall in front of her chest.