Then, just as before, he lay on the windowsill, reaching out his hands to Ji Anning, "Give your hand."
Looking at his impeccably handso big hands, Ji Anning felt an inexplicable sense of solidity and reassurance in her heart.
Her hand stretched out to him without hesitation, even sowhat eagerly, as if she had longed to grasp his hand.
Yet, even as both stretched their hands to the limit, they could not touch each other, the distance still unreachable.
Ji Chicheng looked down below, then climbed onto the windowsill without hesitation and climbed out.
Seeing this, Ji Anning scread in fright, "Uncle, no!"
"Shut up." Ji Chicheng gave her a warning look, and she imdiately pursed her lips, seeming frightened, her small face damp with sweat rolling down her forehead.
Ji Chicheng looked at her and couldn’t help but smile, "Ji Anning, are you scared?"
As he asked, he stretched his hand as much as he could toward her, with half of his body already outside the window.
Seeing his hand getting closer, Ji Anning swallowed and shook her head, "I’m not scared."
Ji Chicheng slightly curved his lips and reached his hand out a little farther, "Give your hand."
His voice, tinged with a hint of laughter, was rare. Ji Anning looked at his face, sweaty but less cold than usual and a bit warr.
Her heart couldn’t help but flutter, and slowly, she reached out her hand to him, a little further... and then a bit more.
Finally, she touched his big hand, his soft palm all sweaty, fingertips chillingly cold.
It was nothing like she had imagined countless tis in her mind; she had thought his good-looking hand must be soft and warm.
She got lost in thought, and Ji Chicheng glanced at her, frowning and gritting his teeth, "Ji Anning, I want to kill you."
Damn, what was she thinking to get distracted at such a ti?
Just look at those excited little eyes of hers just now.
He cursed angrily and imdiately reminded her sternly, "From now on, hold tight. When I pull hard, coordinate with your good foot."
Ji Anning knew what he was about to do, looked down fearfully but still pretended to be calm and nodded hard.
The next second, Ji Chicheng yanked hard, and before Ji Anning could react, he had pulled her off the jutting wall, her body hanging in the air. The mont she dropped, her heart also ’whooshed’ away as if being flung out.
She almost scread, but managed to restrain herself, turning it into a silent scream.
Now, she was just hanging by Ji Chicheng’s one hand, with no support at all. If he let go, she would fall.
She looked up at Ji Chicheng in fear, "Uncle, save !"
Ji Chicheng sneered, "Heh, I really want to let you go."
He’d be at peace if she died.
At that mont, he truly harbored such a thought, to let go and let them fall together so he wouldn’t have to worry about the next move anymore.
Ji Anning stared into Ji Chicheng’s eyes, a hint of horror flashing through hers, and then she also scoffed coldly, "If I died, the Ji Family would be in the news headlines for several days, so don’t bla for tarnishing your family’s na even in death."
She had actually seen a murderous look in his eyes just then, the mont she looked up to beg him to save her.
He truly wanted her dead.
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