Chapter 1072 Just Hate Me

"But I'm not happy at all now." Ye Shengge showed a sarcastic smile, "Why do you think this is?"

Ji Shiting still held her tightly, his heavy breath sprayed on her face, and his dark eyes were filled with unpredictable emotions.

Ye Shengge still looked at him with a sarcastic smile.

After a long while, he spoke in a hoarse voice: "I will personally pick a gift for you in the future. Sorry, don't be angry, huh?"

Ye Shengge was stunned for a moment, and then the smile on her face became bigger, and it was hard to tell whether it was sarcastic or self-mockery.

"No, no." She felt her throat was blocked, "I don't want you to treat this as a task. The more requirements I put forward to you, the more tasks you have, but that is not what you want to do from the bottom of your heart."

After speaking, she pressed against him hard, her voice trembling: "Ji Shiting, let me go first."

The man's breathing became heavier, his expression was cold, and he suddenly picked her up in the air, turned around and pressed her on the desk, and his burning body approached her fiercely, leaving her no way to avoid it.

"Ji Shiting!" Ye Shengge was furious.

However, the next second, the man grabbed her jaw and blocked her lips with a hot kiss. He kissed fiercely, as if he was angry and uneasy, so he urgently needed this kiss to soothe his uneasiness. He quickly put his tongue deep into her mouth, hooked her tongue tip and sucked it hard, and at the same time forced her body to cater to him, so that her soft and undulating outline fit him inch by inch.

The body that had not been relieved for a long time quickly became hot, and the surging desire further devoured his reason.

Ye Shengge's brain was blank because of his overly fierce kiss. She only felt that the man's hand on her was so hot and so strong that it hurt her whole body. Tears flowed down unconsciously, and she couldn't even tell whether it was physiological tears.

The sound of lips and tongues intertwined resounded in the air, mixed with rapid panting and unusual ambiguity. Ji Shiting finally released her with a gasp, and his big hand could not wait to untie the restraints, lifted up her skirt, and let her feel him through the thin layer of clothes.

Ye Shengge shrank, and her rapid breathing finally slowed down a little. She bit her lips and moved back with difficulty.

"Let go..."

As soon as the voice fell, her lips were blocked by him again. Ye Shengge was furious and struggled hard, but she was still inevitably pressed firmly in his arms.

Her nails dug deep into his shoulders, and the anger and sadness in her heart turned into grievances, making her want to cry.

Perhaps feeling her trembling, Ji Shiting released her lips, but his breath was still burning.

"I won't let you go." His voice was hoarse and vague, "No matter how you make trouble with me, there is only one way!"

Ye Shengge's eyelashes trembled slightly, and then big tears rolled down.

"I don't want to quarrel with you..." Ye Shengge said hoarsely with red eyes, "Ji Shiting, I'm afraid...if this continues, I will hate you one day."

His breathing seemed to stop for a moment: "Then hate me."

The man's voice was a bit cruel, and his body pressed forward heavily.

His movement was too big, and the glass filled with hot water was accidentally knocked over, and fell to the floor with a bang, making a crisp sound.