Although it was a small accident, a beauty's kiss still made the man feel involuntarily pleased.
—Even though his mood had been at the utmost pleasure all day.
Gong Yeyan gently lifted his hand, tenderly holding the girl's nape, and lightly kissed the side of her neck.
The skin on Ming Ge's neck felt scalded by the kiss, as if a spark had landed on it, her whole person burned from her neck to her cheeks.
Ming Ge, feeling as if she were on fire, pushed him away and exclaimed, "Hey—"
Perhaps the man himself hadn't intended to do anything, for she easily pushed him away.
Ming Ge, with a red face, softly reminded him, "...there's someone here."
Gong Yeyan's breathing quickened, and his dark pupils intensified in color, deep and profound, as if burning with a certain flame, yet forcefully suppressed, "It doesn't matter."
On the side, Jiang Chao, "..."
Boss, how does it not matter? Am I not a person?
As a living, breathing human, I really don't want to be fed dog food, thank you.