Love

"What poem?" His attention was focused on fighting against his instincts, and his tone was a little casual.

"A love poem." Ye Shengge rolled her eyes and suddenly put a finger on his chest. Her voice was a little sly. "Don't press yourself on me. I'll get something."

Ji Shiting's Adam's apple moved and he looked at him meaningfully.

This woman was indeed an actress. One second, she was sad and disappointed, the next second, she could glare at him angrily, and the next second, she became charming again. Furthermore, she clearly knew how hot his body was right now, yet she still wanted to tease him.

The man looked down at her fair and tender fingers and was even more certain that this woman did it on purpose.

"Make way." Ye Shengge glared at him unhappily.

Ji Shiting's eyes were dark and his cold profile made him look unfathomable.