That night, after Ye Shengge took a shower, she sat on the bed and continued taking notes. Suddenly, her hands were empty.
Ji Shiting reached out and took away her script.
Ye Shengge looked up and glared at him. "What are you doing!"
"This is the first thing you've said to me today." Ji Shiting stared at her with his dark eyes. There was some dissatisfaction in his calm tone.
Ye Shengge blinked and replied indifferently, "So?"
Ji Shiting's eyes darkened.
He set the script on the bedside table, then leaned down and wrapped her in his arms, looking down at her.
"Stop looking, okay? Rest early today." His voice was low and hoarse. His dark eyes were deep and filled with temptation.
"Sure." Ye Shengge tilted her head and smiled. "Then let go of me."
The man did not move. He lowered his head and prepared to kiss her.
Ye Shengge turned her head away and avoided his kiss.
