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?"