After a while, Ji Shiting said, âDonât worry, Grandpa. Iâm not a child anymore. What kind of person he is doesnât matter to me anymore.â
Grandpa Ji nodded and said, âI should go. Take good care of Shengge. Be careful.â
He couldnât help but remind them when he thought about Ji Shiting getting injured the other time.
âDonât worry, Grandpa.â Ye Shengge looked at him solemnly. âI wonât let Shiting be in danger.â
Grandpa Ji smiled at her and looked at her belly. âRest early. You canât be tired now.â
...
She had moved back in with Ji Shiting after half a year.
After showering, Ye Shengge climbed to the bed and hugged his waist.
Ji Shiting hugged her and kissed her forehead.
He didnât say anything, and neither did Ye Shengge. She was already very satisfied with just this kind of interaction.
âWhat are you thinking about?â He stroked her face.
âIâm wondering... Are you the first person in history to fall out with your mother for your wife?â Ye Shengge blinked. âIf all men were as rational as you, there wouldnât be any conflict between mothers and their daughter-in-laws.â
Ji Shiting smiled and said, âAre you very happy?â
Ye Shengge shook her head and said, âNo, I feel sorry for you.â
It wasnât that Xu Shaoqing didnât care about her son, but she obviously cared more about herself. Thus, she pretended to care about Ji Shiting and used that as an excuse to meddle with his affairs, which made her seem hypocritical. Ji Shiting had seen through that and was cold to her.
Although he didnât care anymore, he mustâve been sad back then.
Ji Shiting chuckled again, turned over and pressed her hands against the headboard of the bed while pinning her beneath him.
Ye Shengge gasped, suddenly nervous.
She knew Ji Shiting wouldnât do anything to her, but her heart still pounded fast.
His handsome face was more impactful now that he was so close to her. He stared at her with his dark eyes, but there was no desire, only focus.
Ye Shengge felt like she was about to drown in his eyes.
She tried to look up and pecked his chin.
The man said, âDonât play with fire.â
âI couldnât help myself,â she said. âWho asked you to flirt with me?â
Ji Shiting snorted and nibbled her face.
Ye Shengge bit his lips.
Soon, he kissed her earlobe, putting her through torment.
She couldnât take it anymore and begged for mercy.
Ji Shiting let her go and said while breathing heavily, âDo you still dare to do that again?â
She shook her head and nuzzled her face against his chest.
Ji Shiting groaned. He was about to be tortured to death by her
He grabbed the back of her head and said, âItâs time to sleep, okay?â
Having won, Ye Shengge nodded reservedly.
Ji Shiting saw how smug she was, and he felt that her pregnancy was really untimely.
...
The next day, Ye Shengge woke up in his warm embrace.
It had been a long time since she had last felt this way, and she still refused to get up even though she had woken up because she wanted it to last longer.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om