"You enjoyed that just now, didn’t you?"
Ji Chicheng looked down at Ji Anning; his words left her dazed, unable to keep up with his pace.
By the ti she finally understood, before she could even feel embarrassed, Ji Chicheng suddenly bent down, giving her no chance to react, and dominantly sealed her lips with his.
His tongue lingered on her lips, teasingly, as if attacking yet not advancing.
Ji Anning stared wide-eyed at him, his deep eyes shimring, filled with a teasing and ambiguous warmth that made her feel both embarrassed and angry.
He was doing it on purpose, deliberately teasing her with his tongue.
Ji Anning glared at him in embarrassnt and anger, reaching out to push Ji Chicheng, but he retreated before she could.
He straightened up, softly wiped her glistening lips with the pad of his thumb, raised an eyebrow, and looked at her glaring back at him, "You kiss with your eyes wide open looking at , aren’t you embarrassed?"
Ji Anning was almost speechless with indignation — which of his eyes saw that she wasn’t embarrassed?
Her glaring was clearly in protest.
Ji Chicheng ignored her exasperated gaze and said, "I was in a eting; sorry to disturb you. Let rest with you for a while."
With that, he bent down and sat next to Ji Anning.
Ji Anning quickly extended her hand to push him away, "Uncle, you didn’t disturb , please continue your work. I don’t need your company."
"Then you stay with ," Ji Chicheng ignored Ji Anning’s rejection, laid down next to her.
Ji Anning blushed and looked at him, "I..."
Before she could voice her protest, Ji Chicheng turned his head, gave her a dismissive look, and interrupted her, "We’ve been intimately close, even had a child, and we just kissed. I never thought you were pretentious."
’Intimately close...’ Upon hearing these words, Ji Anning pondered briefly, then her face instantly heated up enough to fry an egg.
Too indecent!
She also wanted to say that she never thought he could be so indecent.
And yet he’s indecent without a blush, as if it were natural.
He was a dominant man, so even in sleep, he was dominant; he forcefully pulled away the pillow under Ji Anning’s head, forcing her to use his arm as a pillow.
Ji Anning felt uncomfortable and tried to escape, but his arm bent, effectively pinning her in place.
’I never thought you were pretentious...’
Ji Anning was about to struggle, but then she rembered what Ji Chicheng had just said and gave up, despite feeling uneasy.
But this feeling, this ambiguity, she... couldn’t resist.
Unable to face Ji Chicheng, Ji Anning turned away from him; this position made it even easier for Ji Chicheng to hold her.
"Your chest hasn’t grown at all in these three years."
After a long silence, just when Ji Anning thought the man behind her had fallen asleep, and just as she was feeling sympathetic towards his possible exhaustion, he suddenly spoke.
And his words embarrassed and annoyed her.
Ji Anning frowned, glancing from the corner of her eye at the man whose face was close to her ear, "Uncle, could you please keep quiet?"
"Yes."
Ji Chicheng nodded agreeably and closed his eyes.
His breathing gradually beca steady, the warm breaths falling on Ji Anning’s ear.
He seed to be asleep, yet her blood only boiled more; was this man not a demon?
Unable to bear Ji Chicheng’s provocative breathing any longer, Ji Anning carefully moved a bit to switch to a lying position.
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