Chapter 138 What Kind of Passion Do You Want?

Ji Shiting was suddenly knocked into his arms by her, and he subconsciously put his arms around her.

"Honey, you're back." Ye Shengge buried her head in his chest, so her voice was low and muffled, with a hint of intimacy and tenderness that even she herself had not noticed.

She also didn't expect that the word "husband" would be easily spoken the moment she hugged him. Perhaps unknowingly, her dependence on this man was far deeper than she imagined. .

The woman's soft body was in his arms, causing Ji Shiting's breathing to become unconscious.

But the next second, his eyes darkened.

"Let go." He said calmly, his calm voice not stained with any emotion or anger.

Ye Shengge felt guilty and subconsciously wanted to let go of him, but soon she changed her mind and hugged him tighter: "No."

I don’t know where the courage comes from.

"Stop rubbing it." Ji Shiting's voice was cold and sarcastic, "The powder on your face has rubbed on my clothes."

Ye Shengge's face heated up, and she was finally embarrassed to rely on him any longer, so she slowly let go of her hand.

"Are you hungry?" She was not discouraged and showed him a bright smile, "I am eating, do you want to join me?"

Ji Shiting looked at her delicately made-up face - paired with this big smile, she looked a little silly.

"No." He remained unmoved, took off his suit jacket, and walked upstairs casually.

Ye Shengge puffed up his cheeks and suddenly rushed in front of him, blocking his way.

"Ji Shiting!" Her voice couldn't help but get louder.

The man stopped and looked at her lightly: "Is there anything else?"

"You..." Ye Shengge bit his lip, "Sister Xiu said that you had someone send me this dress. Do you think it looks good?"

Ji Shiting then turned his attention to her dress, looked at it casually, and gave a perfunctory "hmm".

Ye Shengge was shocked by his attitude, and the sourness in his heart welled up again.

"Are you still angry with me?" Her voice was a little aggrieved, "You even asked someone to send me a dress..."

"After all, you are my wife, and I have the obligation to protect you." The man said in a cold tone, "But that's all."

"Then...as a husband, are you obligated to be more enthusiastic towards your wife?" Ye Shengge said unconvinced.

Ji Shiting's always calm face finally gained some expression.

There was a bit of cool sarcasm in his eyes, and he said with a half-smile: "What kind of enthusiasm do you want?"

Ye Shengge felt confused, knowing that he had misunderstood again.

"It's not that kind of enthusiasm." She bit her lip, "At least...can you have a meal with me?"

Ji Shiting's dark eyes fell on her, with a bit of inquiry.

After a while, he looked away, his voice as indifferent as ever: "I've already eaten, you can do whatever you want."

After that, he walked around her and continued walking upstairs.

Ye Shengge blinked repeatedly to barely suppress the tears that suddenly welled up in his eyes.

She looked at the man's distant and indifferent back, gritted her teeth, and threw herself to the ground.

With a "boom", Ye Shengge fell solidly to the ground, and she gasped in pain.

"It hurts!" She lay on the ground and looked at Ji Shiting's back pitifully.

Ji Shiting turned around subconsciously when he heard the sound.

Seeing her fall to the ground, the man's pupils shrank violently.