Chapter 495: At Most, How Many Times a Night?

Even though Ye Shengge was in grief at the moment, she couldn't help but blush.

"No." Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she shook her head gently, "You... are very good."

The man said "hmm" meaningfully, and his voice was hoarse: "How good is very good? At most, how many times a night?"

Ye Shengge was stunned by his question, and she couldn't help but start to recall, but she woke up when she touched the playful smile in the man's eyes.

She bit her lip hard, as if forcing herself to make up her mind.

"This is not the point." She took a deep breath, "The point is that we can't continue to be together. This agreement, you... sign it."

When she said the last few words, her voice was very light, as if she didn't have the strength to speak even a little louder.

"There must be a reason." The man withdrew his hand, his eyes were slightly gloomy, and his voice was lazy, "You can't bully me and forget, and just want to coax me to sign."

Ye Shengge's nose was sour.

"I almost killed you, isn't that reason enough? Aren't you afraid that I will hurt you again?" As she said that, she looked at his chest, with a layer of fear in her eyes, as if she recalled the scene after he was stabbed.

"As long as I am on guard, I don't believe you can hurt me a second time." The man looked at her, from her bulging chest to her slender waist and long legs, his eyes deepened a little.

Ye Shengge's heart tightened, always feeling that he had something to say.

"You...really lost your memory?" She couldn't help but start to doubt.

"What else?" The man raised his eyes, and he was a little more unhappy because of being questioned, "Why would I pretend to have lost my memory if nothing happened? Am I such a boring person?"

"Then... aren't you curious why I stabbed you?" Ye Shengge asked back.

"Grandpa said that we had a dispute, so you impulsively stabbed me." The man placed his bony hands on the quilt and tapped gently, "I guess, you insisted on divorcing me, and I refused, so we quarreled."

"Why did I insist on divorcing you?" Ye Shengge was a little unconvinced.

The man shook the divorce agreement, his eyes cold: "This is the evidence, I was still unconscious, and you couldn't wait to sign it."

Ye Shengge was speechless for a moment.

She couldn't tell him that she didn't stab him because she wanted a divorce, but because...she stabbed him, so she wanted to divorce him.

"That's right, I insisted on divorcing you." Ye Shengge said, trying to restrain the trembling in her voice, "The reason is not important, the important thing is that I have decided that even if you don't sign, I will move out of the house and separate from you."

After her voice fell, the ward fell into silence.

Ji Shiting didn't speak, and there seemed to be no expression on his face, but a pair of black eyes as deep as the sea, staring at the woman in front of him, as if he wanted to burn a hole in her body.

The man's oppressive gaze gradually made her feel unbearable.

"Do you... have any other questions?" She mustered up the courage to look him in the face.

Ji Shiting suddenly laughed softly: "What if I don't agree?"

"I don't need to ask for your consent, I just tell you my decision." Ye Shengge pursed her lips, "Whether you agree or not, I will do it."

The woman's tone of voice and the expression on her face revealed a heartbreaking fragility, but she was also unusually serious and stubborn.