She had to hang on a wire for an entire day while filming a certain scene, which was tiring.
Her long black hair, scattered across her cheeks, was brushed aside by the man's slender fingers. Ming Ge moaned softly, "... Honey, please be good, I have to film early tomorrow morning."
After Gong Yeyan brushed aside her hair, the peach blush on her fair and clear cheeks and the spring tide in the corners of her eyes and brows revealed a sort of desperate yet stunning beauty. He kissed her, saying, "I won't do anything."
He stood up to take the glass of water from the nightstand, "Want a drink?"
"... Yes." Her voice was dry and hoarse, her consciousness still not fully recovered, instinctively she spoke with a coquettish tone, "Feed me."
What she considered being fed was, at most, the man bringing the water glass to her lips. That's how she expected to be fed.
But then...
He bent down, and a stream of coolness touched her lips.
...
