Chapter 92 She Doesn't Need Flirting

What should I do next?

Why hasn't this man come over yet?

Should she take the initiative? If she takes the initiative, what should she do first?

A bunch of thoughts flooded into Ye Shengge's mind. She licked her lips and mustered up the courage to look up and look at him, but Ji Shiting still stood there, his eyes dark and deep, his expression half-smiled.

Wasn't he drugged? Why did he look sober?

Ye Shengge was a little annoyed and complained... He was drugged, so did she have to take the initiative to devote herself?

She forced a smile, then turned her head to look at the bed, and then looked at him.

Or... lie down first?

Her eyes conveyed this message.

But Ji Shiting didn't seem to receive it. He curled the corners of his lips, his expression was very relaxed, and he seemed to appreciate her helpless look.

Ye Shengge felt that the heat in the air was rising little by little, and this heat seemed to be transmitted to her face. She knew without looking in the mirror that her face must be red at this time.

"Mr. Ji..." She finally couldn't stand the pressure and called out.

Ji Shiting finally laughed, and his low and hoarse voice seemed to come from his chest, causing her cheeks to get hotter.

"Come here." He said lightly, his expression still condescending.

Ye Shengge breathed a sigh of relief without making a sound, and hurriedly trotted to stand in front of him.

Hurry up, carry her to the bed, and then solve it as soon as possible...

She prayed in her heart.

But Ji Shiting obviously wanted to go against her to the end. He reached out and held her chin, slightly raised it, and seemed to be looking at her.

Her shadow was reflected in the man's dark eyes.

Ye Shengge's heart was pounding, and her eyelashes were trembling violently.

Too ambiguous, too ambiguous... Wouldn't it be better to just push her down? Why create such an atmosphere.

She felt that her heart was about to be unable to bear it.

"How long have you known your ex-fiancé?" Ji Shiting finally spoke, but this question made Ye Shengge feel confused.

"Three years." She answered tremblingly, "At the beginning, he said he admired my talent, so... so I founded Xingyi with him."

Ji Shiting said "hmm" lightly, and the next second, he lifted her up and pressed her against the wall.

"Ah!" Ye Shengge screamed and hugged his neck involuntarily to maintain her balance.

Ji Shiting's expression was still cold, but the hand branded on her waist was extremely hot. He separated her knees and pressed between her legs, on the one hand to keep her in the air, on the other hand to fit her closely.

Although he was wearing a nightgown, the distance was so close that Ye Shengge could feel the man's hard muscles and full of power.

Her breathing began to quicken, and her face was red as blood.

What rhythm is this, what rhythm?

Isn't he controlled by the drug? Let's get straight to the point, okay? She doesn't need to flirt, really doesn't need it!

"When did he propose to you?" Ji Shiting pressed against her forehead and continued to ask.

The man's shallow breath sprayed on her face, and Ye Shengge felt that she was almost unable to breathe.

"One year... no, almost two years." Her mind was in a mess, and she tried to respond, "You, why are you asking this..."

"How much did you like him that you actually agreed to his proposal, huh?" Ji Shiting's voice was hoarse.

Ye Shengge inexplicably heard some displeasure.