“Can you really bear to?” Ji Shiting smiled. “Why do I feel like you can’t bear to part with me?”
Ye Shengge almost burst into tears upon hearing the man’s confident and lazy tone.
“You’re mistaken.” Ye Shengge’s face was stiff, and her voice was stiff. “I can’t wait to part with you.”
The man wasn’t mad at all. Instead, he sighed and said, “But I don’t want to be separated from you.”
Ye Shengge’s determination was crushed by his words. Although she kept reminding herself to hold it in, her eyes couldn’t help turning red.
“Why? Didn’t you… forget me?” She bit her lips and tried to act nonchalant.
“That’s right. I don’t remember you.” He looked at her red lips as if he was imagining how she would feel. “But that doesn’t stop me from being interested in you.”
Ye Shengge’s heart pounded, but soon, she felt sour.
“Perhaps you’re imagining things.” Ye Shengge took a deep breath. “You were starting to get sick of me before you got hurt.”
“Mm.” The man swallowed hard. “But I’ve forgotten. I don’t even remember us having sex, so you’re still new to me.”
Ye Shengge was rendered speechless. She even felt that it made sense…
“Why don’t we do it a few more times after I recover?” The man touched his chin with the tip of his tongue, as if he was looking forward to it. “Perhaps I won’t suffer from amnesia after we do it.”
“No!” Ye Shengge blushed and refused.
She couldn’t spend the night with him before she recovered.
“Didn’t you say I’m good?” The man curled his lips and said seductively. “It sounds like you should really like sex with me.”
“I’m sick of it.” Ye Shengge gritted her teeth, but her face was burning. “You wouldn’t be interested in me if you hadn’t lost your memory.”
The man stared at her for a while and snorted.
How dare that woman say that she was sick of him?
“You just want to divorce me.” The man’s tone turned cold. “Have you really decided? You have to know that once you’ve made a decision, there’s no room for regret.”
Ye Shengge couldn’t help trembling.
She looked down, and her thick eyelashes covered all her emotions. She saw the man’s chest. He was wearing a black robe, which covered the wound, but Ye Shengge knew where it was.
“Yes.” She heard her voice dissipate. “I’ve already decided.”
“Divorce?” The man smiled. “Or live separately?”
Ye Shengge’s eyelashes fluttered.
If she could, she would definitely want to live separately. This meant that she might be able to return to him after she recovered.
However, Grandpa Ji wouldn’t allow it. Ji Shiting might arrange for him to go on a blind date with a socialite the moment he divorced her.
She couldn’t breathe just thinking about it.
However, she had no choice.
“Divorce,” she said.
Ji Shiting clenched the divorce agreement in his hand and smiled, “Okay, I understand.”