Under Qi Helian’s relentless teasing and encouragent, Ji Anning had a small glass of red wine, and at this mont, in the car, her cheeks were faintly blushing.
She was nestled in the passenger seat, her head leaning against the window, her bright black eyes, like stars in the night sky, gazing at Ji Chicheng. She clearly wasn’t drunk, yet those sparkling eyes seed hazy as if she were intoxicated.
Ever since he had suddenly appeared before her, she felt as though she was in a dreamlike state, as if she were drunk.
"I think I can’t drive properly anymore."
Ji Chicheng suddenly stepped on the brakes, brought the car to a halt, and then, with both hands on the steering wheel, he turned his head to look at Ji Anning.
Can’t drive properly anymore? Instinctively worried that he might be feeling unwell, Anning asked, "Why? Are you feeling uncomfortable sowhere?"
The light in the car was too dim for her to see his complexion, so she leaned in closer to him, wishing to check his condition.
Suddenly, the man’s body also leaned forward abruptly, and a handso face, without any guard, ca close up to hers, followed by his warm breath.
Their noses were almost just a finger’s width apart.
Eye to eye, their heartbeats ca to a halt at that mont. She stared blankly into his deep eyes, as if sucked into a deep vortex, falling deeper and deeper.
"You’ve been looking at all along, I can’t concentrate."
Ji Chicheng spoke, his tone as smooth as still water, his dark eyes tranquil too, but his deep, pleasant voice, carrying his unique scent, stirred up a thousand waves in Ji Anning’s heart.
The stalled heartbeat pounded once again. She opened her mouth, her eyes slightly uneasy, "Uncle, are we really together now?"
An uncertain tone.
Ji Chicheng didn’t say a word. He tilted his head slightly and kissed her lips.
Ji Anning was stunned, for how many tis now? How many tis tonight?
Although kissing the person she liked felt amazing, it shouldn’t be this uncontrollable, should it?
Their car was stopped in the middle of the road. Though the road was wide, other vehicles passing by could not help showing their dissatisfaction and, even if they detoured from the side, they would honk their horns in discontent.
This kiss, they did not embrace each other, their lips nibbling and lingering in painful sweetness.
This kiss, after persisting for two or three minutes, was still ended by Ji Chicheng. He decisively withdrew, leaning back in his seat, and turned his face to look at Ji Anning, waiting for his breath to calm down.
Damn it, he always managed to easily bewilder her senses. She could never resist his ’beauty,’ Ji Anning lowered her head, wiping her lips with the back of her hand as she chastised herself in annoyance.
"Ji Anning, we really are together now."
Ji Chicheng still looked at her sideways, his always indifferent handso face now showing a smile, joyful and content.
The little girl who once clutched his hand and promised not to leave him behind, they were finally together.
"But you are Jingfeng’s uncle," Ji Anning said, her head hung low, her voice lacking confidence.
She laid out her concerns before him, making them known in his presence.
"Ji Anning, I want you, and you must be mine, mine alone," Ji Chicheng earnestly looked at Ji Anning, his tone firm, "Don’t talk about being the fiancee of my nephew that I’ve hardly acknowledged, even if you were my own niece, what of it?"
Between them, even if there were mountains and seas apart, even if it was from one end of the earth to the other, he would cross them.
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