Gong Yeyan spoke with a deep voice, "Don't be silly."
"I'm not being silly~ I'm serious~" Ming Ge weakly held onto one of the man's little fingers and said coyly, "I heard that kissing can help wounds recover~"
"…"
What a load of nonsense.
In the end, Gong Yeyan couldn't help it, slightly leaned down, and his rosy thin lips landed on the woman's smooth and full forehead.
Their breaths were close.
Ming Ge blinked, her dark eyelashes fluttering slightly.
She stared round-eyed, dissatisfied, and said, "Just a forehead kiss?"
Gong Yeyan was silent, "…"
"Otherwise?" He leaned down, looked at the weak but still beautiful little woman, his thin lips moved slightly as he spoke.
Ming Ge stretched out a finger, pointed to her lips, and said softly with a playful tone, "Here."
Gong Yeyan was silent, "…"
"I think you just won't feel at ease without a little drama."
She blinked mischievously, laughing, "So will you kiss or not~"
"…"
