Ji Shiting clutched his phone tightly and took a deep breath. He apologized to the other party and hung up the phone.
Ye Shengge was laughing when the man threw his phone on the sofa, grabbed her hand and pressed it. "Is it fun?"
"I didn't do it on purpose… Ah!" Ye Shengge could feel the change in her palm, and she was about to retract her hand, but her wrist was grabbed tightly by the man and she couldn't move.
"Seems like I wasn't satisfied with you last night, huh?" His voice was hoarse.
"I'm sorry… I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" She begged, rubbing her face against his back, trying to soften the man's heart.
However, this only made the man burn with desire. Ye Shengge's hand was on his crotch, so she could feel it very clearly, scaring her so much that she didn't dare move.
Ji Shiting chuckled and let go of her wrist.
Ye Shengge felt relieved and turned around to dash to the dining room.
