Clothes fell off one by one and piled at her feet.
Ye Shengge wanted to strip naked, but after some thought, she went to Ji Shitingâs wardrobe and saw neatly folded shirts and suits.
She grabbed a couple of shirts, striking various poses before picking out the thinnest one and putting it on. The shirt was wide, reaching her thighs, and it covered the most important parts.
It had been a long time since she had tried to seduce him. That man hadnât touched her in half a month, so she didnât believe he could take it.
Ye Shengge walked back to the bathroom and opened the door.
The bathroom was filled with mist, and Ye Shengge walked in. She then saw the manâs figure.
Fortunately, his back was facing her.
Her face suddenly heated up, perhaps because of the hot water or because she saw him naked.
Ji Shiting seemed to sense something. He turned off the shower, but Ye Shengge took the chance to rush up and throw herself into his arms.
The man took a step back and hugged her.
âGet out,â he ordered, staring at her.
Ye Shengge pretended not to hear him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his chin. âShiting, I want...â
The manâs breathing became irregular. He grabbed her hands and pushed her forward. He was about to scold her, but his eyes dimmed when he saw the womanâs clothes. All his words were stuck in his throat.
She was only wearing a white shirt, and judging from the style, it was obviously his shirt. It made her look even more petite when she was wearing it, and the part of her shirt that was drenched by the mist became transparent. The tinge of red was even more seductive than not wearing it.
And his long and well-proportioned legs.
Ji Shiting swallowed hard.
Ye Shengge saw his dark eyes and knew that she had succeeded, so she took the chance to hug him again.
âShiting,â she called his name. âAre you really not going to touch me anymore?â
Ji Shiting wanted to push her away, but he couldnât. It wasnât because the woman was strong, but because he didnât want to push her.
âDo you really want it that much?â His voice was hoarse. âYe Shengge, canât you be better?â
Ye Shengge took action and bit the manâs Adamâs apple.
The manâs muscles tensed, and he groaned.
In the next second, Ye Shengge felt herself rise into the air and hit her back against the wall.
Ji Shiting pinched her waist and squeezed between her legs. He clenched his jaw, and the desire in his eyes was terrifying.
Ye Shengge didnât say anything but looked at him, aggrieved. She knew Ji Shiting couldnât stand that look.
Sure enough, the manâs breathing became more rapid, but to Ye Shenggeâs disappointment, he didnât move further. He didnât even kiss her.
âI told you, now isnât the time,â he said, trying to control himself. âDonât you have any patience?â