She tugged at Gong Yeyan's sleeve and said in a small voice, "Let's not make a big fuss out of this."
It's just menstrual pain, something so common among girls, what's the need for a famous healer to take care of it?
But Gong Yeyan remembered her little face turning pale from the pain, unlike her usual lively self, like a rose losing its moisture and wilting. If it were anyone else, he might not have looked twice, but she was the one he couldn't bear.
"Your matters are not trivial." Gong Yeyan's expression was calm, and his voice neither light nor heavy, as if what he was saying was a matter of course.
[Your matters, to me, have never been trivial, so it's not an overreaction.]
Ming Ge's heart seemed to be struck by something, trembling a bit, her eyelashes quivering quickly.
Her ears quietly turned red.
Ah.
When President Gong speaks sincerely about love, his charisma is simply... irresistible.
