"..."
Ming Ge, whose legs went weak from the kiss, remained silent for a moment.
That question was really... unsure.
Meeting the man's deep, dark eyes with a hint of a playful smile, her face flushed red, but she stubbornly said, "I'm sure."
Gong Yeyan slightly loosened the hand around her waist, and Ming Ge, who was clinging to him, almost fell as her legs went soft.
She staggered slightly, her slender waist once again encircled by the man's arm.
Ming Ge: "..."
Her fair little hand clutched the man's silky black suit, wrinkling it, and buried her slightly blushing face into it, unable to help but groan inwardly, 'Embarrassing...'
A light chuckle fell from above, and the next second, she was lifted horizontally by Gong Yeyan, who walked with her to the rows of racks with ancient costumes, "Which one?"
"... This one." Ming Ge, obediently holding onto the man's shoulders, picked up a red dress embroidered with mandalas.
