The dazzling light shone on the man's handsome and deep face. He pursed his lips and looked like an Ancient Greek god.
Ye Shengge stood at the top of the staircase. She could look at him from above, but she couldn't help feeling nervous seeing his profound gaze.
Thus, three seconds later, she turned around and went back to her room, slamming the door shut.
She leaned against the door, and her heart couldn't calm down for a long time. She scorned herself for being timid, but at the same time, she felt a bit awkward.
After a long while, she suddenly recalled something. She ran to the medicine box and took out a tube of medicine. She then pushed the door open and stuck her head out.
Ji Shiting arrived on the second floor and was about to head back to the master bedroom.
His gaze flitted past her for a moment but he didn't stop.
Ye Shengge's heart sank at this cold display.
"Ji Shiting!" She couldn't help running to him.
