After kissing him, Ming Ge stepped back, looked toward Grandpa Gong again, and asked, "Can you give me what I want?"
The woman's eyes were jet black and captivating, glittering like radiant gems, yet carrying a cold chill as she stared unblinkingly.
Grandpa Gong's simmering anger inexplicably quieted down. "..."
Ming Ge said, "Old man, don't preach to me about how loving someone means doing what's best for them, and leaving them is part of that lofty moral reasoning. I'm neither a flawless saint nor a selfless angel capable of sacrificing everything for love. On the contrary—"
"I'm selfish and greedy."
At this point, there wasn't the faintest trace of guilt on her fair, radiant face. The corners of her crimson lips even curved into a hint of a smile.
"When I love someone, I'm bound to think of him, miss him, care for him, want to be with him, monopolize his entire being—including the spouse entry on the household registration form."
