Ye Shengge shook her head, hugged him tightly and buried her wet face in his chest.
“It’s alright. I’m just too happy.” She sounded like she was about to cry. “I’ve finally waited for you… Am I dreaming?”
Even now, she still felt that everything was surreal. She was afraid that this was another dream of hers, and she would still be alone after waking up from the dream.
Ji Shiting was dazed for a bit, then he hugged her tighter.
“It’s not a dream,” he said. “Sorry.”
Ye Shengge rubbed her tears against his chest, sniffed, looked up at him and said, “You still love me, don’t you, Shiting?”
The fact that the man had lost his memory had once shocked her. No wonder he had been so cold ever since they met.
He said that she was just a stranger to him now.
However, his body still retained his memories of her, so he became the Ji Shiting she was familiar with with with just a kiss.
The man stroked her face, his eyes extremely dark.
She was crying, and her eyelashes were wet with tears. He almost wanted to kiss them for her.
‘Am I still in love with that woman?’
Ji Shiting couldn’t give an answer, but there was no doubt that she could easily provoke him and affect his emotions.
“Did I love you a lot?” He said.
“Mm.” She sounded aggrieved, and she couldn’t help drawing circles with her left hand on his chest. “If you hadn’t lost your memory, you would’ve pressed me against the bed and gotten intimate with me several times.”
His expression didn’t change, but his eyes dimmed.
“Is that how I expressed my love for you?” The man sounded skeptical.
“Yes.” Ye Shengge smiled and started to unbutton his shirt. “Of course it’s more than that. But you’re not interested in any other woman except me. This proves how special I am to you.”
Ji Shiting raised an eyebrow and grabbed her hand.
It turned out that she was right. Even if he had forgotten her, that hadn’t changed.
“Let go. I want to check,” she said. “Have you touched any other women in the past few years?”
The man’s lips twitched, and he let go of her hand, letting her do whatever she wanted.
“Can you tell?” He curled his lips contemptuously.
‘Has that woman put a mark on me?’
Ye Shengge ignored his teasing and lifted his shirt, exposing the man’s well-defined chest. She then checked it carefully.
She stroked his chest inch by inch, and soon, everything she touched heated up as if she had left sparks on his body.
The man’s breathing became heavier, and his dark eyes were filled with anger and embarrassment. He said, “Are you done checking?”
“No.” She glared at him, sat up a bit and put her hands on his abs.
The position was too sensitive, and the man tensed up.
Ye Shengge could feel it from his body.
She blushed and smiled at him as if to say, “See, I’m right.”
Ji Shiting pursed his lips and swallowed hard. He took several deep breaths and said, “Ye Shengge, do you really want me to do you that much?