She suppressed the subtle smile on her lips and pointed at the washboard on the ground.
"Do you want me to kneel to you?"
"no."
Ji Yuting neatly took off his dark gray coat, threw it back, and accurately threw it on the coat rack in the corner.
The pure white shirt is very close-fitting and outlines his waist just right, giving him a perfect figure.
Almost without thinking, he stuffed the ruler into the Sheng singer, bent his knees against the washboard, and knelt down firmly.
His eyebrows tightened almost immediately, and he quickly regained his composure. He raised his handsome face and stared at Shengge, "I am kneeling to you."
Kneel down to the sky, kneel to the ground, kneel to my ancestors and my wife.
Shengge was startled. She didn't expect him to be so decisive. She stretched out her hand to pull him up, "You're so good. Why do you have to give such a big salute? Don't your knees hurt? Get up."
Ji Yuting shook his head, his long eyelashes hiding the gloom in his eyes, "I made a mistake."
"What's wrong?"
"I shouldn't have lost my wife, I shouldn't have deliberately smoked to provoke you..."
Shengge sighed, it was not his fault what happened this time, the smoking incident had already been settled in Jianwu.
Just as I was thinking about it, my calf suddenly felt tight.
She lowered her eyes and saw that it was Ji Yuting who had his arms wrapped around her calves, lazily bending over, and resting his head gently on her legs.
"you......"
"Shengsheng, don't move, let me hug you for a while."
There was obvious choking in the calm voice in the past. Shengge was stunned, put down the mahogany ruler he had forced on him, and raised his hand to rub his short hair with a soothing effect.
"I'm sorry, I wasn't vigilant enough. On the day of your accident, I was even unhappy because you spoke for Ning Chengxu."
"I knew that Yu Xiang had been on the run for so many years and was very likely to take revenge for personal gain, but he failed to protect you in time, causing you to be injured and causing you... to lose your memory."
"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry..."
His voice was trembling beyond words.
Annoyance and self-blame were oppressing his chest.
He was eager to atone for his sins and wanted to gain some inner comfort through family law.
The red circles under his eyes were buried deeply, not wanting the amnesiac Shengge to see his loss of control and embarrassment. He was afraid that she would be disgusted and disgusted, but he was also choked and uncomfortable.
The emotions that had been suppressed for ten days exploded in an instant.
Only in front of her, he was sobbing helplessly, his broad shoulders trembling slightly.
Shengge's eyes turned red, she opened her lips, and stopped talking several times.
After struggling, she patted Ji Yuting's back to comfort her and chose to tell the truth, "Ji Yuting, you are not a saint. There are always things you don't care about. You are not wrong in this matter. Don't put too much pressure on yourself."
"Can...can you give me a hug?"
He asked tentatively, but before he could react in his depressed mood, Shengge's name for him changed.
Shengge couldn't laugh or cry, "Of course."
Strong arms released her calves, and moved her upper body. The knees resting on the washboard did not move at all. His forearms firmly wrapped around her waist, and he gently smelled the familiar fragrance of her body.