Kiss Goodnight, Mr.Ji

The woman's lips were almost close to his neck. During the talk, her breath was sprayed all over his skin, and the hot breath brought a sharp touch.

As if there was a current flowing from there to the whole body, Ji Ting breathed out slowly, and it took a while to speak: "You mean, you are not going, are you?"

"You don't seem to be very happy..." Ye Shengge suddenly smiled. "Also, if I leave, you will only be a little unaccustomed at most, or a little lost...but you won't be sad. So, if I stay, you will certainly not be too happy."

"No." Ji Shiting denied quickly, "I hope you stay."

Ye Shengge is not satisfied with this answer: "So, are you ecstatic now?"

Ji Shiting raised his eyebrows slightly, as if considering whether the word "ecstatic" was appropriate.

"Forget..." Ye Shengge laughed self-deprecatingly. "You don't need to answer me."

"I am indeed happy," the man said in a deep voice. "It's just that the threshold is higher than before, but I will still be happy and angry."

Ye Shengge bit her lip: "Because you can continue to sleep with me, right?"

The man groaned a little: "This is one aspect..."

"Ji Shi Ting!" Ye Sheng interrupted his words with glee.

He seemed to laugh, and then said dumbly: "I don't want to lie to you."

Ye Shengge was a little sulky.

She discovered long ago that he really does not want to tell lies. Many times he just coaxes her to follow her words, and she feels much better, but this man is honestly excessive.

So he became more and more reticent. Obviously he also knew that some words would make her angry.

"You don't need to force yourself." Ye Shengge sighed softly. "I can see it...so the more you force it, the more sad I will be."

After a while, Ji Shiting said, "It's not reluctant, at least not for me."

Ye Shengge snorted: "For me, it is barely."

He regards "good for her" as a task to do. He believes that he should do this, of course, he doesn't feel forced, but it's not the case for her.

Ji Shiting was silent for a while and said, "I will find a way to adjust."

Ye Shengge continued to hum, but said nothing more. She turned her head to the side, saw the swing not far away, and suddenly said: "I want to play with that."

This swing is a toy for two children, made very sturdy, so Ye Shengge's demand for reason is straightforward.

Ji Shiting followed her gaze, wisely without any objections.

He walked over, put her on the swing, caught her hand on the ropes on both sides, and instructed: "Clenched."

Ye Shengge looked up at him.

The man's black eyes were deep and his expression was calm and serious. He noticed her gaze, and his eyebrows moved slightly, his eyes turned to look at her, and then raised his eyebrows when asked.

"Shi Ting, you show me a smile." She said.

Ji Shiting raised her eyebrows, and seemed to think that her request was inexplicable.

"You laugh a little." She said dissatisfiedly.

At this time she sat down, the wine began to rise again, and she began to be willful.

Ji Shiting looked at her helplessly and forbearingly, and finally touched the corner of her lips, showing a faint smile.

"is this OK?"