Did she meet a fake Ji Shiting?
Editor: Larbre Studio
The feeling was terrific.
Ye Shengge held the man's shoulders tightly, breathing rapidly and looking horrified.
"Don't… Mr. Ji… I'm sorry…" she couldn't help tearing up.
Wasn't that man always disdainful of her? Why was he hitting on her today? Had she met a fake Ji Shiting?
Thoughts flooded Ye Shengge's mind as she tried to restrain her sex drive.
Ji Shiting saw her blushing face. No matter how calm he tried to look, he was still kind of turned on.
His self-control was a joke in front of this woman.
It appeared that he didn't need to hesitate further.
Even if her intentions were impure, there was nothing to be afraid of. Couldn't he handle a woman?
Ji Shiting retracted his right hand, chuckled and said, "Are your legs still numb?"
Ye Shengge lowered her head, and her face and neck were all red.
Ji Shiting curled his lips and picked her up again.