He acted decisively, making his move without hesitation, his large hand grasping Ji Anning’s leg as he thrust deeply.
"Uh..."
Ji Anning groaned softly, glaring at the unflinching man, her cheeks flaming red, "Uncle, the curtains aren’t drawn, let’s not do it here."
"I like it at the highest spot, enjoying the view while...
He paused mid-sentence, then thrust forcefully. Ji Anning almost passed out, gripping his strong arms tightly, biting her lip in shy embarrassnt to keep from making a sound.
Ji Chicheng glanced down at her, "You can scream—these walls are soundproofed efficiently."
Aside from breathing a bit heavily, his tone and expression remained calm.
Ji Anning was speechless.
In the end, she didn’t scream as Ji Chicheng had wanted her to; from start to finish, apart from occasional soft groans, she made no sound at all.
"You’re not giving any sense of achievent."
Ji Chicheng frowned in dissatisfaction at Ji Anning, then effortlessly scooped her up from behind and strode into the bathroom.
After the bath, Ji Chicheng donned a bathrobe and wrapped only a towel around Ji Anning. He led her to the airy room and opened the wardrobe door.
Inside it was filled with clothes suitable for the season—arranged neatly, hanging, or folded.
Ji Anning rembered the last ti she opened this door, a cabinet full of beautiful dresses, a dazzling sight.
Just like now, she was astonished, her eyes also dazzled.
Her delicate little hands touched every garnt from the first to the last. Then she turned, looking at Ji Chicheng leaning against a corner of the wardrobe, her eyes still wide with surprise, "How can there be so many?"
Ji Chicheng replied indifferently, "These are autumn clothes from the last three years, all bought new. I only brought back half."
’Be with , and I will buy you the newest dresses...’
She couldn’t help but recall that ti he had confessed to her dominantly. Ji Anning’s eyes teared up, and she looked at Ji Chicheng with reddened eyes, "Uncle, how much do you like really?"
Not waiting for his response, she cast aside all reserve, throwing herself into his embrace.
Ji Chicheng lifted an arm, gently stroking her back, his movents filled with indulgence.
Then he slightly looked down at Ji Anning and said, "I thought you felt it just now."
Ji Anning understood his implication instantly, feeling extrely embarrassed, and quickly stepped back from his embrace.
’Cough cough!’ She coughed dryly to ease the awkwardness and then quickly changed the subject, "Then I’ll just pick sothing to wear."
Saying this, she turned around and casually took a red undershirt, then she opened a drawer, looking for undergarnts.
"I like this one."
Ji Chicheng suddenly moved behind Ji Anning, encircling her from the back, and took out a set of black lace-trimd underwear from the drawer with her little hands.
The intimacy, the ambiguity, the beauty of the mont.
If this were a splendid dream, she would wish to sleep for a lifeti.
...
Even the security guards at the entrance of Helian Studio were handso enough to compete in a male model contest.
The spacious and upscale office was plastered with posters of Qi Helian, each showcasing a different style—so exuding a cold, domineering aura, others seductively enchanting.
Qi Helian, dressed in a royal blue suit oozing with elegance, lounged lazily in a comfortable office chair, his expression stern as he looked at Rong Feifan standing opposite him.
"Tell what you did last night."
(I’ve repaid your pork dumplings... aren’t you going to vote now?)
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