At the same time, a voice as beautiful as a harp, softly brushing past Ming Ge's ears like a spring breeze: "Be careful..."
Startled by the voice, Ming Ge stepped back twice, then hastily turned her head to look at him, momentarily losing her balance...
However, before she could fall, an arm wrapped in glossy, rose-red fabric, slender and graceful, extended around her delicate waist.
The movement was gentle and gentlemanly, with sleeves slightly rolled up to reveal a wrist as exquisite as jade yet restrained and strong, steadying her securely.
Ming Ge's eyes sparkled with surprise, and she asked affectionately, "How did you get here?"
The only person who could elicit such an instinctively affectionate response from Ming Ge, like a young girl in first love glowing with joy or a lady displaying coyness—
Was none other than Gong Yeyan.
