This damn demon, how perverted can he be, leaving so many marks on her neck. Did he feel a sense of achievent?
Ji Anning thought resentfully, grinding her teeth, unable to calm her anger. She again hugged her clothes and went out, bending over to pick up her bag from the ground. She pulled out her phone and found the demon’s number in the block list, dialing it.
Before the call went through, she realized she was at ho and decided to send a text ssage instead.
"You pervert, are you sick?"
She held her phone in one hand and her clothes in the other, walking toward the window. She planned to send the ssage, vent her anger, and then draw the curtains to take a shower.
But what she didn’t expect was that the mont she sent the ssage, she got an imdiate reply.
She grabbed the curtain, pulled her hand back, and leaned against the window fra as she checked the ssage.
"Mhm, lovesickness. Last night I already treated you quite thoroughly, though the root cause hasn’t been eradicated..."
Not eradicated— the implication of the ellipses was clear. He would co for her again.
Ji Anning looked at the ssage and her hand trembled a little, scared and deciding not to reply anymore.
She again added the demon’s number to the block list. With no place to vent her anger, she grabbed the curtain and whoosh, drew it closed, then reached out to draw the other half.
Suddenly, she felt soone watching her. She looked up, following her intuition, and t those familiar eyes. She held her breath, feeling a chill run down her spine.
Then she suddenly rembered the kiss marks on her neck, her eyes widening and her mouth opening. Almost instinctively, her hand reached for her neck. She stood frozen for two seconds before rembering to quickly draw the other half of the curtains closed.
She turned to lean against the wall, blinking and blinking again.
When she was outside seeing her mother off earlier, did he... see these too?
He wasn’t blind. How could he have not seen!
Ji Anning swallowed a gulp of nervous saliva that had lingered in her throat for a long while.
...
The man watched Ji Anning frantically drawing the curtains, a smile hidden in the depths of his eyes quickly surfacing.
After a while, he relished the girl’s shocked expression when she saw him just now, and couldn’t help but shake his head in amusent.
Heh, so this morning when she left without looking in the mirror, he wondered why she seed so unashad today.
Just like that, with her neck exposed.
Clearing his earlier gloom, Master Ji’s mood greatly improved. He turned and walked over to the white wicker chair, bent down to sit, and lazily picked up the freshly brewed coffee. His pale, slender fingers, holding the delicate porcelain cup, exuded elegance and nobility.
He took a small, contented sip of the coffee, the smile in his eyes growing deeper.
Ji Anning, hugging her clothes, walked dazed to her desk, throwing her phone onto it, pulled out a chair, and sat down frowning, embarrassed, and a bit annoyed.
What must he think of her, seeing all these kiss marks on her neck?
Heh, Ji Anning, you’re really full of yourself. What does it matter how many marks from others are on your body to him?
He usually walks around with his nose in the air. Why would he waste his ti comnting on soone as insignificant as you?
After mocking herself, Ji Anning felt much more at ease.
She shook her head, casting Ji Chicheng out of her thoughts, ready to shower. As she stood up, she glanced down at the desk and noticed a pink card catching her eye.
"What’s this?"
Ji Anning sat back down, picked up the card with a puzzled look, and glanced at it. It was a limited-edition zodiac card from a certain bank.
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