Ye Shengge bit her lips and tried to stop him. “Do you… want to fight a bloody battle?”
Her voice was hoarse and seductive, which made Ji Shiting’s heart burn even more.
“What do you think we should do, huh?” He pressed his lips against her face, kissing it.
Ye Shengge blushed, struggled a bit and said, “How about… I help you with my hands?”
The man paused and stared at her.
“Cough… Didn’t you say I’m good?” She twisted her wrist and said seriously. “You haven’t tried my hand yet, have you?”
Ji Shiting took a deep breath and grabbed her hand.
“You’re so obedient.” He lowered his head and pecked her lips. “You’ve been acting a bit weird these days, huh?”
She wouldn’t have cared so much about his feelings if it weren’t for guilt.
Ye Shengge’s body stiffened for a moment, then she said, “I didn’t want you to be disappointed after coming all the way here.”
“Ye Shengge.” The man held her chin and said. “Tell me honestly, do you love me so much that you can’t help yourself?”
Ye Shengge shivered and smiled, “What did you say? It’s not that exaggerated…”
She still felt uneasy about the word ‘love’, as if it was a beast.
“Then why?” Ji Shiting wasn’t mad. He curled his lips, seemingly impatient.
“You’re my husband… If you treat me well, I’ll treat you well too,” she said seriously.
Ji Shiting didn’t say anything. He stroked her chin, and his eyes were filled with indescribable emotions.
The long silence made Ye Shengge uneasy. She licked her lips, trying to say something to break the atmosphere.
Ji Shiting’s burning eyes turned cold. He retracted his hand and said, “I think I’ll head back.”
Ye Shengge was shocked. “Why?”
“No reason,” he said and stroked her face. “Rest early.”
Ye Shengge’s heart sank upon seeing the man’s calm face. She hugged his arm and said, “Don’t… Don’t go.”
The fear in her heart made her feel suffocated. She didn’t know why she suddenly felt so upset, as if she wouldn’t be able to see him if he left now.
Ji Shiting looked at her sad eyes and swallowed hard. He stopped walking and hugged her again.
“Ye Shengge, you really don’t know how to lie.” He chuckled.
Ye Shengge thought he had realized something, and her eyelashes trembled.
“Will you cry if I really leave, huh?” He pinched her face, smiling. “And you say you don’t love me?”
Ye Shengge’s lips moved, and she looked dazed.
He kissed her lips again and said, “Your menstrual syndrome is indeed interesting.”
She seemed especially fragile at this moment, so the emotions that had been suppressed by her rationality couldn’t help running over.
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