Ji Shiting didnât take it. He looked at the ring, then looked at Ye Shengge and said, âWhatâs wrong?â
âNothing.â Ye Shengge grabbed his hand and put the ring back. âTake it back first.â
The man raised an eyebrow and stared at her. âI have no reason to take back what I gave away.â
ââ¦I donât want it anyway.â Ye Shengge sounded upset. âYou canât give me the ring like that!â
Ji Shiting looked at the diamond ring in his hand and said, âArenât you afraid that Iâll give it to someone else if you donât want it?â
She was furious. âHow dare you!â
The man chuckled and clenched the ring. âI wouldnât dare. Since you donât like this ring, forget it. Iâll customize another diamond when I find a better one.â
Ye Shengge glared at him menacingly.
Did that man really not understand or was he playing dumb with her? When had she not liked the ring?
Ji Shiting put the ring in his pocket and saw the womanâs upset face. He asked seriously, âWhatâs wrong? You can tell me anytime if you regret it.â
Ye Shengge pulled the blanket up and covered herself tightly. âWho says I regret it?â
The man smiled and stroked her face. âItâs getting late. Get up and have something to eat before we go home.â
Ye Shengge opened her mouth and closed it again.
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Ye Shengge wanted to remind him, but she couldnât take it lying down. It would be meaningless if she had to remind him or even ask him to do something.
In the end, she nodded and said, âI donât have any clothes to wear⦠Did you prepare any for me?â
He had torn the gown apart and she couldnât wear it anymore.
âLeave the clothes in the living room. Iâll bring them in for you.â The man smiled, grabbed the back of her head, and kissed her lips hard.
Ye Shengge couldnât help feeling upset as she watched the man leave.
She could only sigh, get out of bed and go to the bathroom. The hot water relieved the soreness in her body. After showering, she finally felt alive.
She walked out of the bathroom with a bathrobe and saw a set of clothes on the bed. Ji Shiting had probably brought it in.
Ye Shengge couldnât help feeling sorry for the red gown she had worn last night.
...
In the living room, Ji Shiting was standing in front of the window, talking on the phone. He wasnât wearing a jacket, and the sleeve of his arm was rolled up to his elbow. The muscles on his forearm were smooth and masculine.
Although Ye Shengge was still upset, she couldnât help being mesmerized by his back. She couldnât help walking over and hugging his waist from behind.
Ji Shiting grabbed her hand and continued to talk to the person on the other end of the phone in English.
Ye Shengge humphed in displeasure and reached out her right hand to his lower body.
The man was obviously talking about work, and his attention was completely on the phone, so he wasnât prepared at all. When the womanâs soft and cold hand covered his, he couldnât help groaning and almost let the phone go.