Whether it was her imagination or not, she didn't want to investigate further.
"If you really feel sorry for me…" Ye Shengge avoided his gaze and said. "Let go."
Ji Shiting breathed heavily, but he didn't let go. Instead, he grabbed her waist tightly.
Ye Shengge resisted the pain and put her hands on his chest.
Ji Shiting stared at her for a while, although he could only see the woman's trembling eyelashes.
He suddenly chuckled self-deprecatingly and lowered his arms.
Ye Shengge took a deep breath and entered the bathroom.
As she washed her face, she suddenly felt a strong bitterness, which made her eyes sting. Ye Shengge covered her face and took deep breaths. It took her a while to suppress the bitterness.
