As she swept near the edge of the bed, a familiar handso face entered her line of sight, and she startled, opening her mouth wide, "Unc... Uncle?"
Her first reaction was to wonder why Ji Chicheng was here.
Then she rembered, she had jumped into the sea and had been saved by Xiang Yiqing; it must have been Xiang Yiqing who told him.
So, there was no need to ask, he must also know about her jumping into the sea.
"Ji Anning, what were you just doing?"
Ji Anning was pondering when the man beside her suddenly asked her.
Just now? Ji Anning didn’t react imdiately to what Ji Chicheng was asking and looked at him puzzled, "What?"
"Having a spring~dream?" Ji Chicheng raised an eyebrow at Ji Anning, expressionless.
Ji Anning: "..."
Her face flushed red all at once as if about to bleed.
Was she indeed dreaming just now? Dreaming about being forcibly kissed by a demon, a kiss so intense she could hardly breathe.
Heaven! What had she done? What actions had she taken? Or had she said sothing inappropriate?
Otherwise, how would he know?
As Ji Anning thought, she guiltily turned her head away, the back of her head facing Ji Chicheng, then she stuck out her tongue and licked her lips.
This action was purely instinctive, because that dream had felt so real.
"Still unsatisfied?"
Once again, Ji Chicheng’s voice arose behind her, cold, with a hint of mockery.
Ji Anning turned her head, her face red as she denied, "I... I didn’t."
She dared not look at Ji Chicheng’s face, especially those deep black eyes, that seed to see right through her whenever she t his gaze.
"Hah!"
Ji Chicheng snorted coldly, his aning unclear.
Then he suddenly stood up, his tall body rising, his shirt and trousers not as crisp as usual, his whole deanor exuded fatigue.
He turned around, back facing Ji Anning, and walked towards the window. Only then did Ji Anning dare to gaze directly at him.
His silhouette stood against the window. She didn’t know what he was looking at or thinking about, but just from his silhouette, she could sense his lancholy and helplessness.
"I heard you went to try on a wedding dress this afternoon."
Ji Chicheng suddenly turned around, looking at Ji Anning, his deep black eyes containing a hint of amusent, his lips curled slightly.
Seeing this, Ji Anning’s heart tightened, as if grabbed tightly by a hand, making her twitch in pain in an instant.
She nodded lightly and replied with a "Hmm."
"Did it look good?" Ji Chicheng’s lips curved even more.
Under the light, his handso face was breathtakingly beautiful, suffocatingly so.
"Uncle."
Ji Anning gaped at Ji Chicheng, surprised, puzzled.
She always felt that the Ji Chicheng before her was sowhat unfamiliar. He smiled at her, that smile inexplicably aching her heart.
He also spoke so much to her, even asking whether the wedding dress looked good.
She just gazed at him, watching... watching, until her eyes reddened, tears shimring, more dazzling than the stars.
The two stared at each other for a while, when Ji Chicheng suddenly smiled again, and teasingly asked Ji Anning with a raised eyebrow, "Didn’t Ji Jingfeng accompany you?"
Finally about to marry him, do you feel happy? Joyful?
Ji Anning gasped, and just a few words pushed her to the brink of collapse; she opened her mouth, trying to hold back tears, shaking her head.
Seeing the tears swirling in her eyes, Ji Chicheng scoffed mockingly: "You really don’t asure up to Bai Guo; the mont he showed up, you couldn’t handle the shock and jumped into the sea."
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