Ji Shiting didn’t take it. He looked at the ring, then looked at Ye Shengge and said, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Ye Shengge grabbed his hand and put the ring back. “Take it back first.”

The man raised an eyebrow and stared at her. “I have no reason to take back what I gave away.”

“…I don’t want it anyway.” Ye Shengge sounded upset. “You can’t give me the ring like that!”

Ji Shiting looked at the diamond ring in his hand and said, “Aren’t you afraid that I’ll give it to someone else if you don’t want it?”

She was furious. “How dare you!”

The man chuckled and clenched the ring. “I wouldn’t dare. Since you don’t like this ring, forget it. I’ll customize another diamond when I find a better one.”

Ye Shengge glared at him menacingly.

Did that man really not understand or was he playing dumb with her? When had she not liked the ring?

Ji Shiting put the ring in his pocket and saw the woman’s upset face. He asked seriously, “What’s wrong? You can tell me anytime if you regret it.”

Ye Shengge pulled the blanket up and covered herself tightly. “Who says I regret it?”

The man smiled and stroked her face. “It’s getting late. Get up and have something to eat before we go home.”

Ye Shengge opened her mouth and closed it again.

Had he let go of the ring just like that? Did he really not understand?

Ye Shengge wanted to remind him, but she couldn’t take it lying down. It would be meaningless if she had to remind him or even ask him to do something.

In the end, she nodded and said, “I don’t have any clothes to wear… Did you prepare any for me?”

He had torn the gown apart and she couldn’t wear it anymore.

“Leave the clothes in the living room. I’ll bring them in for you.” The man smiled, grabbed the back of her head, and kissed her lips hard.

Ye Shengge couldn’t help feeling upset as she watched the man leave.

She could only sigh, get out of bed and go to the bathroom. The hot water relieved the soreness in her body. After showering, she finally felt alive.

She walked out of the bathroom with a bathrobe and saw a set of clothes on the bed. Ji Shiting had probably brought it in.

Ye Shengge couldn’t help feeling sorry for the red gown she had worn last night.

…

In the living room, Ji Shiting was standing in front of the window, talking on the phone. He wasn’t wearing a jacket, and the sleeve of his arm was rolled up to his elbow. The muscles on his forearm were smooth and masculine.

Although Ye Shengge was still upset, she couldn’t help being mesmerized by his back. She couldn’t help walking over and hugging his waist from behind.

Ji Shiting grabbed her hand and continued to talk to the person on the other end of the phone in English.

Ye Shengge humphed in displeasure and reached out her right hand to his lower body.

The man was obviously talking about work, and his attention was completely on the phone, so he wasn’t prepared at all. When the woman’s soft and cold hand covered his, he couldn’t help groaning and almost let the phone go.