Kiss Goodnight, Mr.Ji

"What poem?" His attention was focused on fighting against his instincts, and his tone was a little casual.

"A love poem." Ye Shengge rolled her eyes and suddenly put a finger on his chest. Her voice was a little sly. "Don't press yourself on me. I'll get something."

Ji Shiting's Adam's apple moved and he looked at him meaningfully.

This woman was indeed an actress. One second, she was sad and disappointed, the next second, she could glare at him angrily, and the next second, she became charming again. Furthermore, she clearly knew how hot his body was right now, yet she still wanted to tease him.

The man looked down at her fair and tender fingers and was even more certain that this woman did it on purpose.

"Make way." Ye Shengge glared at him unhappily.

Ji Shiting's eyes were dark and his cold profile made him look unfathomable.

He was supposed to be angry, but he couldn't. Perhaps, the sly gleam in her eyes made him reluctant to be angry.

Torturing him on such matters seemed to make her happy?

As long as she was happy, it was fine for him to suffer a little.

At the thought of this, Ji Shiting grabbed her hand, put it in his mouth and bit it hard. Then, amidst the woman's angry cries, he laughed hoarsely. "Go."

With that, he finally released her.

Ye Shengge snorted and got out of his arms. She sat up and walked to a long table not far away. She and Ji Shiting usually did not work in the bedroom, but sometimes they would read a book or flip through documents before they slept. Hence, this long table that looked like a table was covered with all kinds of reading materials before bed.

Ye Shengge accurately found a book of poems that she had read before. She ran back and knelt on the bed. She flipped to one of the pages and handed it to him. She smiled and said, "This."

Ji Shiting looked at her deeply and took the title.

The title read: Love.

As expected…

He couldn't help but glance at her, but something stirred inside him.

Were those sweet nothings really important?

The woman looked very happy. She snuggled into his arms again, put her arms around his neck and looked up at him. "Read it."

He could only turn his gaze to the page. After a long pause, he finally said, "I love you not only because of your appearance, but also because of my appearance when I'm with you."

The man's voice was low and slightly hoarse. Although there was no fluctuation in his tone, his voice was pleasant and complemented the quiet night. It was enough to make people intoxicated.

It was a little difficult for him to tell stories to the two children, but reciting poems was just right.

Ye Shengge blinked and her voice became hoarse. "There's more."

Ji Shiting lowered his eyes and looked at her. The woman looked very quiet, but the silence made his heart soften more than ever.

He could not help but reach out and pull her closer.

"I love you, not just because of what you've done for me, but because of what I can do for you. I love you because you can call forth the most genuine part of me. I love you because you travel through the wilderness of my mind as easily as sunlight penetrating crystal. My silliness and my weaknesses are almost nonexistent in your gaze. And the most beautiful part of me is illuminated by your light."

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