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Chapter 642: You Canât Act In Front of Me
The night always made people let down their guard.
Ye Shengge finally realized how inappropriate it was for her to take the initiative.
Even such a small action was enough to make the man suspicious.
She looked up from his embrace and said, âIâm just in too much pain.â
âHow can it hurt so much?â Ji Shiting stared at her, not believing what he said.
âYes.â Ye Shengge bit her lips. âBut itâs not a big deal. Lin Qi knows how to take care of me. Go back and rest early.â
âYou seem like you canât wait to chase me away,â he said as he lifted her shirt and pressed his hand against her belly.
Ye Shengge couldnât help trembling, and her breathing became rapid.
She couldnât help pushing his wrist. âItâs already too late. I want to rest early.â
The man stared at her for a while and chuckled, âYour heart is beating fast... Ye Shengge, do you think Iâm not trustworthy anymore?â
Ye Shengge bit her lips and looked at him.
There was worry, heartache, anger and confusion in the manâs dark eyes.
If it had been him that night, why had he left before she woke up? Why had he never mentioned it, even if it was a hint?
However, that night, the man didnât leave any clues behind. It was like a planned sex tape, so how could she fool herself into thinking that the child was his?
Ye Shengge couldnât take it anymore. She clenched her fists and avoided his gaze.
âItâs not about trust or not, but... We donât have anything to do with each other anymore. Ji Shiting, I have no obligation to be honest with you, and you donât have any obligation to be responsible for me,â she said. âBesides, Iâm only suffering from menstrual pain. Why do you think Iâm hiding something from you?â
Ji Shiting took a deep breath and stared at her.
Ye Shengge looked away after glancing at him. She struggled out of the manâs embrace, picked up the glass of water on the desk and finished it, but her fingers couldnât help shaking.
âDo you have no obligation to be honest with me?â The man said in a low voice, sounding self-deprecating.
Ye Shengge gripped her empty glass and said, âJi Shiting, I still care about you, so itâs easy for you to torture me. But... You donât have the right to ask about me anymore, just like how I donât have the right to ask about any woman you have.â
She then put down her cup and stood up. Her face was still pale, but she looked determined. âPlease leave. Also, give me back the key. You shouldnât have the key to my house.â
Ji Shiting was still sitting on the sofa, looking indifferent. He didnât change his expression no matter what the woman said.
Until the woman reached out to him.
He frowned and chuckled.
âYe Shengge, the more youâre like this, the more it means youâre hiding something from me.â He stood up, grabbed her hand, and stuffed the key into her palm. âYou canât even act in front of me.â
Ye Shenggeâs hand trembled, but Ji Shiting noticed it.