Ji Ziming looked at Pei Ge, who was lying in his embrace, and said gently, "Lazy pig, aren't you getting up?"
"I'll get up, I'll get up now. Can you please move your pig trotter first, Mr Ji? Otherwise, how can I get up?"
Pei Ge coldly harrumphed as she watched Ji Ziming's fair hand press against her chest. She raised her brows and said in a bewitching voice, "If you don't move your pig trotters, I'll prepare to braise them tonight."
"Woman, you are so cruel. You actually said that my hand is a pig trotter and even want to braise it." As he said this, he looked at her with a wronged expression. His hand, which was pressing on her chest, relaxed slightly.
"You woman."
Ji Ziming repeated but his eyes were filled with love for Pei Ge.
She sat up and moved to get clothes from the walk-in closet but was stopped by him before she could. She turned to ask him in confusion, "What's wrong?"
"I'll apply the medicine for you."
