He closed the door, Ji Chicheng grasped Ji Anning by her upper arms, pulling her close to him, and with a turn, he pressed her against the wall; then he lowered his head to look at her.
His deep, black eyes, unblinking, were flashing a sinister light.
Simply being stared at like this made Ji Anning feel as though her heart would leap out of her chest, daring not to et his gaze directly.
Timidly, her thick lashes quivered like butterfly wings, "Uncle, what are you doing?"
Her voice was very small, like the hum of a mosquito.
As she asked, she knew she was pretending to be naive, and the affectation was strong.
Their heart-racing position and the romantic atmosphere surely couldn’t just be about discussing life and dreams.
Not long ago, they had enacted the sa scene in the sanatorium’s stairwell, the breath shared just the sa.
"You don’t know?" Ji Chicheng raised an eyebrow, "Then let tell you."
As he spoke, he reached out and tilted Ji Anning’s chin up, a devilish smirk spreading across his lips, enchanting and stunning to the point of breathlessness, beguiling Ji Anning’s mind. She held her breath, her watery eyes wide open as she gazed at him.
Her look was shy, yet it held a hint of anticipation.
The decisive Ji Chicheng, who usually handed down life or death, never teased nor gave one ti to think of a strategy to cope with him.
He didn’t give Ji Anning any chance to dodge as he leaned in, his lips boldly claiming her soft ones.
With a cool touch, Ji Anning’s breathing paused for two seconds, her eyes wide open. She couldn’t resist the sensation and her hands, suspended in mid-air, involuntarily wrapped around the man’s waist.
Each ti he kissed her, it was a domineering approach, yet the process was aesthetic, neither vulgar nor wandering.
Except when he played the role of a demon in bed.
This ti, however, his hands were restless on her back, slowly moving under her hem, venturing in.
His smooth, silky palm caused friction against her skin, electrifying, leaving her body limp. She was dazed and confused, almost forgetting their situation, forgetting they were in a private dining room, forgetting Qi Helian and Xiang Yiqing were still outside.
The man’s breathing grew heavier, his kisses more fervent and lingering, trailing down Ji Anning’s neck, muddling her senses, tempting her to ’fall’.
"Co with tomorrow."
Ji Chicheng’s lips suddenly withdrew without any warning, quite abruptly.
Suppressing his roaring desire, his voice, although hoarse, was decisive and without hesitation.
His actions were alike; after speaking, he imdiately let go of Ji Anning, turned, and walked with heavy steps to the large round table, reaching for a pre-poured glass of water at just the right temperature, lifted it up, and drank it in one go.
Then as he turned back to look at Ji Anning, her plump cheeks were still a shade of scarlet.
He casually said, "Your body isn’t permitting yet, wait for a month."
Ji Anning, having gone through life’s experiences and not being foolish, of course knew what Ji Chicheng ant. She felt awkward and embarrassed.
"I didn’t an..."
She opened her mouth to explain, but before the words could co out, Ji Chicheng dominantly interjected, "Your face is full of desire, your eyes are telling , you really want to go to bed with ."
Ji Anning: "..."
It was clearly him who kissed her forcefully, so whose face was full of desire? Who exactly was it that just now couldn’t control themselves and slipped their hand inside her clothes?
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