Kiss Goodnight, Mr.Ji

It was already late autumn. The temperature in the corridor was lower than that in the room. The skin was suddenly exposed to the air, and it was a little cold.

Ye Sheng couldn't help but wince, she plucked her hair upsetly, and then looked up carefully.

Ji Shiting's hand rested on the door, and the action of closing the door was paused.

His expression was calm, but Tongren shrank to the extreme, and his dark eyes fell on her body momentarily, with a strong sense of aggression.

Ji Shiting did not expect such a beautiful view under the bathrobe.

The woman's skin color is very white, against the big red, it is almost white and almost transparent. At this time, a large piece of her skin was exposed in the air, her thin and slender shoulders, her thin and delicate clavicle, and the looming groove... her chest is not very large, but the shape is beautiful, and she can grasp it with one hand. She breathed more and more quickly, and the two thin pieces of fabric seemed to be overwhelmed at this time, and he almost wanted to reach out and hold her.

Looking down, the close-fitting fabric had a perfect depression at the junction of her waist and buttocks.

Ye Shengge was staring at him, and he began to feel ashamed.

Perhaps because his eyes were too hot, she felt that her body was gradually warming up, her feet were covered with a soft carpet, and she moved anxiously.

But this little movement didn't escape Ji Shiting's eyes, his eyes were instantly attracted by her small rounded toes, the transparent toenails glowed with a healthy tender pink, and even her uneasy little movements became Enticed.

His breathing gradually became heavy, but he was deliberately suppressed.

Ye Shengge finally couldn't stand it, she felt like she was going to burn.

I knew she shouldn’t have listened to Xiu’s suggestion... Although he did not look at him, he didn’t see him suddenly pulling his hair into the house! It can be seen that this little trick can't shake this man, but makes him over-addicted.

Moreover, I don't know if there are any servants downstairs... in case they were seen by them, that should be a shame.

Ye Shengge regretted her recklessness. She bit her lip and closed her chest with one hand—she knew how short this dress was. As long as she bent slightly, the scenery inside would be unobstructed—then squat down and prepare Go and pick up the bathrobe.

"Cold?" Ji Shiting finally said hoarsely, a short word, but it seemed to be heavy.

Ye Shengge's dumb "huh" sound, with a trace of grievances, "I... I went back, you rest early."

With that said, her hand had touched the bathrobe.

But before she picked it up, there was a sudden burst of force on her shoulder, and then she hit the man's chest heavily.

"Um!" she groaned in pain, and the next second, her back had reached the warm wall.

Ji Shiting put one hand on the wall, looked at her slightly, and the empty hand touched her face.

Ye Shengge met his dark, bottomless eyes and licked his lips nervously, squeezing a smile: "Ji... er, husband."

The man hummed softly from the throat. He lifted her chin, and the delicate touch from his fingers made his heart burst into flames.

Ji Shiting couldn't believe it. He would be easily tempted by this woman. It was clear that this woman was not a type of amorous feelings, but even if the expression on her face was uneasy and clumsy, it made him feel **** sultry.