Chapter 642: You Can’t Act In Front of Me
The night always made people let down their guard.
Ye Shengge finally realized how inappropriate it was for her to take the initiative.
Even such a small action was enough to make the man suspicious.
She looked up from his embrace and said, “I’m just in too much pain.”
“How can it hurt so much?” Ji Shiting stared at her, not believing what he said.
“Yes.” Ye Shengge bit her lips. “But it’s not a big deal. Lin Qi knows how to take care of me. Go back and rest early.”
“You seem like you can’t wait to chase me away,” he said as he lifted her shirt and pressed his hand against her belly.
Ye Shengge couldn’t help trembling, and her breathing became rapid.
She couldn’t help pushing his wrist. “It’s already too late. I want to rest early.”
The man stared at her for a while and chuckled, “Your heart is beating fast… Ye Shengge, do you think I’m not trustworthy anymore?”
Ye Shengge bit her lips and looked at him.
There was worry, heartache, anger and confusion in the man’s dark eyes.
If it had been him that night, why had he left before she woke up? Why had he never mentioned it, even if it was a hint?
However, that night, the man didn’t leave any clues behind. It was like a planned sex tape, so how could she fool herself into thinking that the child was his?
Ye Shengge couldn’t take it anymore. She clenched her fists and avoided his gaze.
“It’s not about trust or not, but… We don’t have anything to do with each other anymore. Ji Shiting, I have no obligation to be honest with you, and you don’t have any obligation to be responsible for me,” she said. “Besides, I’m only suffering from menstrual pain. Why do you think I’m hiding something from you?”
Ji Shiting took a deep breath and stared at her.
Ye Shengge looked away after glancing at him. She struggled out of the man’s embrace, picked up the glass of water on the desk and finished it, but her fingers couldn’t help shaking.
“Do you have no obligation to be honest with me?” The man said in a low voice, sounding self-deprecating.
Ye Shengge gripped her empty glass and said, “Ji Shiting, I still care about you, so it’s easy for you to torture me. But… You don’t have the right to ask about me anymore, just like how I don’t have the right to ask about any woman you have.”
She then put down her cup and stood up. Her face was still pale, but she looked determined. “Please leave. Also, give me back the key. You shouldn’t have the key to my house.”
Ji Shiting was still sitting on the sofa, looking indifferent. He didn’t change his expression no matter what the woman said.
Until the woman reached out to him.
He frowned and chuckled.
“Ye Shengge, the more you’re like this, the more it means you’re hiding something from me.” He stood up, grabbed her hand, and stuffed the key into her palm. “You can’t even act in front of me.”
Ye Shengge’s hand trembled, but Ji Shiting noticed it.