He pressed her close against his body.
The implication went without saying.
Ming Ge's scalp tingled ever so slightly, her cheeks burning red as rouge, yet her brows arched with a coquettish charm that sprang forth mischievously.
She was like a seductive demoness who fed on the vitality of men, hooking one hand around the man's slender neck, her dazzling face inching closer as she breathed out sweetly:
"Mr. Gong, isn't it a bit improper to be a hooligan so early in the morning?"
"..." Gong Yeyan glanced at the woman leaning over, the lush and ripe red lips so close they were almost touching, his voice a raspy whisper, "A hooligan? No—"
"We're legally married, and sleeping together is perfectly lawful."
...
Of course, Ming Ge didn't let the man have his way.
She twisted her slender waist, cunningly wriggling free and standing up, "Baby, indulging in desire can harm the body~"
