Chapter 390 You Haven't Tried My Hand Skills Yet

Ye Shengge bit her red lips, trying to stop his raging hands: "Do you want to fight bloody battles?"

Her voice was still a little hoarse, extremely charming, and fell into Ji Shiting's ears, which made the fire in his heart burn even more vigorously.

"Then what do you say, huh?" His thin lips pressed against her face, rubbing it ambiguously and slowly.

Ye Shengge's face flushed, and she struggled slightly, whispering: "Otherwise... I will help you with my hands?"

The man paused slightly, staring at her with dark eyes.

"Hey... didn't you say I'm good at living?" She twisted her wrist and said seriously, "You haven't tried my hand job yet."

Ji Shiting's breathing was disordered, and he grabbed her soft little hand, and his black eyes became a little more hot.

"So good." He lowered his head to peck her lips, "You have been a little abnormal these two days, huh?"

If it weren't for guilt, she wouldn't care so much about his feelings.

Ye Shengge's body stiffened for a moment, and then she spoke softly: "You came all the way here, I can't bear to disappoint you."

"Ye Shengge." The man lifted her chin, his dark eyes unfathomable, "Tell me the truth, have you already loved me so much that you can't extricate yourself?"

Ye Shengge shuddered and laughed dryly: "Ha... what did you say? It's not that exaggerated, not that exaggerated..."

She was still instinctively uncomfortable with the word love, as if it was some kind of flood and beast.

"Why is that?" Ji Shiting was not angry either, he raised the corners of his lips, looking very patient.

"You are my husband... If you treat me well, I will treat you well too." She said seriously.

Ji Shiting did not speak, he gently stroked her jaw, his dark eyes surged with inexplicable emotions, making it impossible to explore.

The long silence made Ye Shengge gradually uneasy, she licked her lips, trying to say something to break the current atmosphere.

Ji Shiting's fiery eyes gradually cooled down. He took back his hand and said calmly, "I'd better go back."

Ye Shengge was shocked and looked at him in disbelief, "Why?"

"No reason." He said these four words lightly, and scratched her cheek with his fingertips, "Rest early."

Looking at the man's indifferent face, Ye Shengge suddenly felt her heart was clenched into a ball. She subconsciously hugged his arms tightly, and her voice was already stained with tears at some point: "Don't... don't go."

The fear in her heart spread layer by layer, making her feel like she was about to suffocate. She didn't know why she suddenly felt so sad, as if if she let him leave at this time, she would never see him again.

Ji Shiting looked at her panicked and sad eyes, his Adam's apple rolled, stopped, turned around and held her in his arms again.

"Ye Shengge, you really can't lie." He laughed hoarsely.

When Ye Shengge heard his words, she almost thought he had discovered something, and her eyelashes trembled violently.

"If I really leave, will you cry, huh?" He pinched her cheek, his dark eyes showing a knowing smile, "You still say you don't love me?"

Ye Shengge's lips moved, looking a little confused.

He lowered his head and sucked on her lips again, his voice hoarse and vague: "Your menstrual syndrome is really interesting."

At this time, she seemed particularly vulnerable, so those emotions that had been suppressed by her reason ran over uncontrollably.