"As his voice faded, Ming Ge was suddenly wrapped in the man's arms and pulled onto his lap, receiving a kiss on her forehead, "Do you really think I'm the type... to despise you?"
His deep and husky voice contained a hidden rasp.
The woman blushed.
"Hey," she said, "when was I ever worried about that? Can you not be so narcissistic, please?"
Gong Yeyan calmed the floating emotions inside him, moving his hand from the woman's waist to rest upon her abdomen, "So Chu Mufeng guessed right, your period has started?"
"...No, not really." Her period was always irregular, often missing for months on end; it was the norm.
The man let out a low chuckle in his throat.
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The black Cayenne was parked quietly outside the Zuixian Building, with its doors and windows shut tightly.
Dragging his legs in misery, Chu Mufeng made his way from the film city to the Zuixian Building. Just as he arrived, the vehicle's door swung open, and the man in a black suit stepped out with a long stride.
