138 What Kind of Passion Do You Want?
Ji Shiting grabbed and held Ye Shengge in his embrace when she ran into him.
“You’re back, honey.” Ye Shengge buried her head in his chest, her voice intimate and soft.
She hadn’t expected that she would say “hubby” so easily the moment she hugged him. Perhaps, she had become more dependent on that man than she had imagined.
The woman’s soft body made Ji Shiting breathe heavily.
However, his eyes dimmed the next second.
“Let me go,” he said calmly without any emotions.
Ye Shengge couldn’t help wanting to let him go, but then she changed her mind and hugged him tighter. “No.”
She didn’t know where she got the courage from.
“Stop it.” Ji Shiting sounded sarcastic. “The powder on your face is now on my shirt.”
Ye Shengge’s face heated up, and she finally let him go.
“Are you hungry?” She didn’t give up and smiled at him. “I’m having dinner. Do you want to join me?”
Ji Shiting looked at her exquisite face with makeup and that big silly smile.
“No.” He still wasn’t moved. He took off his suit jacket and walked upstairs.
Ye Shengge puffed her cheeks and rushed to him, blocking his way.
“Ji Shiting!” She couldn’t help raising her voice.
The man stopped walking and looked at her. “Is there something else?”
pAn,Da n<0,>v,e1 “You…” Ye Shengge bit her lips. “Sister Xiu said you asked someone to give me this dress. Do you think it looks nice?”
Ji Shiting gaze went from her to the gown and he groaned, “Mm.”
Ye Shengge was hit by his attitude and felt sour again.
“Are you still mad at me?” She sounded aggrieved. “You’ve asked someone to give me my gown…”
“You’re my wife after all. I have the duty to protect you,” the man said coldly. “But that’s all.”
“Aren’t we supposed to be more passionate as husband and wife?” Ye Shengge said.
Ji Shiting finally looked more solemn.
He sneered and said, “What kind of passion do you want?”
Ye Shengge didn’t know what to say.
“Not that kind of passion.” She bit her lips. “At least… you can have dinner with me.”
Ji Shiting looked at her with a questioning look.
After a while, he looked away and said, “I’ve already eaten. Go ahead.”
He walked around her and headed upstairs.
Ye Shengge blinked again and again to suppress the tears in her eyes.
She looked at the man’s distant and aloof back, gritted her teeth and pounced on him.
Ye Shengge fell to the ground, gasping in pain.
“Ouch!” She was sprawled on the ground, watching Ji Shiting’s back view miserably.
Ji Shiting turned around instinctively.
The man’s pupils contracted when he saw her on the ground.