She did something wrong tonight. Seeing Ji Yuting kneeling on the washboard, the anger in her heart disappeared instantly, and she felt guilty and distressed.
She walked over, poked his shoulder lightly with her fingertips, and helped him step down.
"Okay, let's stop making trouble, okay?"
Ji Yuting snorted coldly and ignored her.
Shengge patiently continued to coax: "I haven't had dinner yet, and you brought me back. Now I'm hungry. Brother Yu, be good, get up and cook for me."
"I'm on my knees for punishment, so I don't have time!"
He remained motionless and took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket to send a message, "I asked Rong Xiaoxia to cook some dishes and bring them to you."
Shengge continued to poke his shoulder, "But I want to eat what you cooked, and if Rong Xiaoxia comes over, Si Nian will definitely come to visit with him. Aren't you going to get up then? If Si Nian sees it, will you?
Quietly laughing at you?"
Ji Yuting's hand that was typing suddenly paused.
But he quickly thought of a solution, "I will say hello in advance and don't allow Xi Nian to follow me. I will ask Rong Xiaoxia to send it outside the gate, and then ask Lu Twelve to help you take it into the restaurant."
Shengge: "..."
This stubborn donkey is really hard to control.
She bent down, hugged him gently from behind, took away his mobile phone that had not finished editing the message, put her little face against his, and rubbed it gently.
"Stop making trouble, what exactly do you want me to do before you are willing to get up?"
Ji Yuting bit his thin lips and was rubbed by her little face. The touch of her skin was particularly soft, which smoothed away the explosive emotions in his heart.
He thought for a while and said in a dull tone: "Say that you are wrong, that you will never dare to lie to me again, and you are not allowed to let other men kiss you, not even kiss your hands or hair! You are not allowed to eat alone with other men.
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Shengge was speechless, "That's my job! I invited him to dinner because we talked about cooperation, and I've already explained that things are not what you think. Kissing the back of the hand is European and African culture, which is normal!"
"Look, you don't even know what's wrong! You still think you're reasonable!"
Ji Yuting was so angry that he hugged her slender arm and pulled it off forcefully, "Leave me alone and let me reflect on it."
Shengge sat back on the bed angrily and stared at him from a distance.
"It's really time to reflect on it. I haven't dealt with you for a long time. You're drifting, aren't you?"
"It's okay if you make things out of nothing tonight, make trouble without reason, and even hit people. I'll give you a few steps and I'll just hold on to death!"
"Also, how many times did you yell my name tonight?"
Someone's back was slightly stiff, "I can't remember, I can't count."
Shengge said angrily: "Then let's punish it as 'don't remember'. I'm afraid kneeling for one night will not be good for reflection. Let's kneel for a day and a night first, what do you think?"
Ji Yuting felt bitter in his heart, his chest was tight and painful, and the tip of his nose was extremely sore. The mist in his pupils continued again, and he stopped answering.
Shengge sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed and took a deep breath.
This was the first time she and Ji Yuting had such a fierce argument since they reconciled.
Thinking of the baby in her belly, she inhaled again, trying to control her boredom and simply not looking at the man by the wall, letting him suffer a little.
She took out her mobile phone and continued to work.
The room quickly became quiet, but the atmosphere was still very disharmonious.
The quarrel lasted for more than ten minutes, and Shengge was left alone for more than half an hour. Ji Yuting's knees hurt more and more.
He frowned, his breathing gradually became heavier, and cold sweat began to break out on his forehead.
Although Shengge was looking at his phone, he kept secretly glancing at someone by the wall from the corner of his eye, taking in all his pain.
She took a long breath, but she couldn't bear it anymore.
"If you really have to kneel all day and all night, your legs won't be able to walk tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, right?" Her tone was much gentler.
Someone clenched his fists, and his nasal voice was very thick, aggrieved and sour: "If the leg is useless, it will be useless. Anyway, it hurts, and no one will feel sorry for it."