Kiss Goodnight, Mr.Ji

However, Ji Shiting's muscles seemed to be tight because of her low voice, his breath became heavy, and Ye Shengge clearly felt his heavy and powerful heartbeat.

"You are really getting better and better." The man suddenly spit out such a word, with a bit of helplessness clenching his teeth.

Although she still didn't give the reaction he wanted, but... it's considered to have made progress.

He was too anxious. Anyway, he came to Japan to grow up.

In the end, Ji Shiting can only comfort himself so.

Ye Shengge realized what he was keenly aware of, and lifted his head from his arms and opened his eyes wide: "Aren't you angry?"

"When did I get angry?" The man sneered. "Am I so careful?"

Have!

Ye Shengge slandered in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it and could only shake his head desperately.

Looking at her suffocated look, Ji Shiting raised her lips, and he squeezed her face, with a sneered tone: "Makeup is mushy."

The man’s facial features are three-dimensional and profound. When he does not smile, he always takes a bit of alienation, which is a few thousand miles away. However, when his posture is relaxed, he seems to have a special sense of sex, with difficulty The bewitching taste of words.

Ye Shengge licked his lips. He did not know where he came from. He suddenly leaned up and kissed his thin lips.

Ji Shiting's pupils shrank fiercely, and the hands clasped on her waist could not help tightening.

But beyond that, he gave no response.

Ye Shengge rubbed awkwardly a few times, sticking out his tongue and trying to reach in, but the man had no intention of cooperating. Ye Shengge was anxious and simply reached out to hold his face, learning how he kissed her before, meticulous Tracing the shape of his lips.

Ji Shiting's throat knot rolled, and finally opened her lips, letting her stick her tongue in smoothly.

But the next second, her hand was caught by a man and clasped on his hard chest. Ji Shiting quickly turned against the guest, hooked her tongue and teased her long, driving straight into it, kissing her cheeks flushed and her eyes glowed.

After a while, Ting let go of her, and her rapid and heavy breathing hit her eardrums.

"Don't you say that I will never seduce me again." The man chuckled lowly. "What are you doing, eh?"

Ye Shengge's breathing was undecided, and he was greatly embarrassed.

"I didn't mean it, I mean, I didn't want to seduce you." She explained anxiously, "I don't know, I just want to kiss you, nor..."

She became more and more anxious and incoherent.

"You just want to kiss me?" Ji Shiting's eyes flashed.

"No, no, no, no." She said several times in a row, like this conclusion scared her all.

However, this appearance completely pleased Ji Shiting.

He raised the corner of his lips and his voice was soft: "It doesn't matter, I forgive you."

After that, he covered her lips again.

After the second kiss, Ye Shengge was completely red from cheek to neck.

She whispered, "You..."

"Huh?" Ji Shiting looked down at her, his lips slightly tickled, his expression lazy.

"The lipstick rubbed up..." She was particularly embarrassed and wiped the traces of her lips with her index finger.

"Is there only lipstick?" The man glanced at her.

Ye Shengge's eyes fell on his chest, only to find that the collar of his shirt had been smashed by her mascara.

"Uh..." She was dumbfounded.

At this moment, a gentle female voice suddenly came from the door of the ward.

"Shi Ting?"