Compared to Ling Yutong?

She blurted it out involuntarily.

However, it pleased Ji Shiting greatly. He chuckled and his chest trembled.

Ye Shengge finally realized what she had just said. She was embarrassed and wanted to make amends, but she couldn't say anything.

Ji Shiting grabbed her hand and pinched it. "Does it hurt?"

"Of course." She glared at him.

"That means you're not dreaming." The man pinched her chin and looked at her. "Don't doubt yourself. This is the result of your efforts."

Ye Shengge immediately understood and asked, "Is it because I'm living well?"

"There's still room for improvement." His voice became hoarse as he kissed her earlobe.

Ye Shengge shivered and put her hands on his hard chest. She couldn't help asking, "Then… compared to Ling Yutong?"

Ji Shiting paused and let go of her ear.

Ye Shengge's heart pounded, and she couldn't help looking forward to his answer. She looked up at him, but her eyes met Ji Shiting's.