Gong Yeyan's Adam's apple bobbed as he said, "Okay."
He didn't really believe in the unscientific rumor of "blow on it and it gets better" that seemed to appear out of nowhere.
But this childish gesture… stemmed from her care and concern for him.
How could Gong Yeyan possibly refuse?
That single word, "okay," fell decisively from his lips.
Ming Ge stood on tiptoe, her red lips drawing close to the man's shoulder. Gong Yeyan tilted his head slightly, his gaze catching the sight of her smooth, fair forehead, her long, dark lashes that drooped softly, and those vibrant, full lips pouting slightly.
She began to blow gently.
A wisp of warm, delicate breath, tinged with a faint, intoxicating fragrance, seeped through the surface capillaries of his skin, coursing through his veins, spreading through his entire body, and finally reaching his heart. It was as if his whole chest had been soaked in some kind of warmth.
Soft…
Unbelievably soft.
