"Oh? Why can't I smell it?" Gong Yeyan's expression was indifferent, but his dark pupils held a hint of amusement, clear and charming.
Ming Ge's small face drew closer, her long eyelashes lightly brushing the man's cheek. Their faces were extremely close, their breaths mingling.
She laughed softly, "Can't you? How come I feel there's such a strong scent of jealousy?"
Gong Yeyan slightly curled his lips, letting out a low, hoarse chuckle from deep in his throat, "Smell again, you might be mistaken."
Hmm?
Ming Ge was taken aback.
The next second, the man lifted his hand to hold the back of her head, and the exquisite, handsome face appeared in her eyes, their lips barely touching.
A cool, elegant, and lingering kiss fell upon her.
In the greenhouse built with special materials, winter sunlight spilled in, carrying a faint warm scent, as if enveloping the couple who kissed like a perfect pair.
