The man's breathing was heavy. He grabbed Ye Shengge's hands that were pressed against his chest and interlocked his fingers with hers. Then, he took her hands to unbutton his shirt. His dark and deep eyes locked onto her, as if he did not reveal any emotions.
Ye Shengge leaned against the cold wall and panted softly. She tried to pull her hand back, but the man was very strong. Not only was she unable to break free, but her fingertips were also forced to touch his hard and hot chest. That scorching temperature seemed to have followed her fingertips and burned her body.
In the end, her pale face was still tinged with an angry red.
"Ji Shiting!" She tried her best to suppress the trembling in her voice. "What exactly do you want?"
He paused for a moment, then pulled her forcefully into his embrace. He lifted her chin with his long fingers and his dark eyes met hers. "I should be the one asking you this. Are you not satisfied no matter what I do?"
