It was like a coquettish pout.
The man’s body suddenly stiffened, and his footsteps ca to a halt.
The next second, he turned around and looked at the little woman nestled on the couch, his heart hopelessly tender.
"Uncle."
The whirring sound of the hairdryer by her ear, the warm breeze, ward her heart, and Ji Anning, in her drowsiness, was a bit forgetful of herself.
Clasping the man’s waist, through the thin fabric, she felt the warmth of his body.
Uncle, Uncle.
Her beloved uncle, whom she couldn’t extricate herself from, her domineering and proud uncle.
"Mhm."
A gentle response ca from above her head, but unfortunately, she could no longer distinguish between dream and reality.
...
Ji Anning slept so soundly that she didn’t know when she awoke. When she did wake up again, her whole body felt as if all the bones had been removed, soft and utterly devoid of strength.
She rubbed her bleary eyes, leaned against the bedhead and mustered strength for a long while before she managed to throw off the covers and get out of bed.
Walking to the window, she drew back the curtains, sunset in the west; it was obviously evening.
Had she slept the whole day and night?
It had to be a day and a night; it couldn’t have been several days and nights.
’It was you who drove the car out, you drive it back.’
’I hate things that start but never finish, so today I’m taking both the car and the person.’
In retrospect, the mory of last night returned bit by bit; every word Ji Chicheng said to Charles echoed in her ears.
Uncle, you did it for , didn’t you?
Ji Anning’s eyes pondered the western sky, dyed red by the sunset, reflecting vividly in her bright, clear eyes.
What was she thinking? Was it about him?
The man sat in the car, looking at the second floor, at the woman standing in front of the window. She was dressed in a thin nightgown that enshrouded her delicate, slender fra.
Making one yearn to embrace, to protect.
Even though the windows were tightly shut, standing so thinly clothed on the balcony for too long would still be a bit cold.
’Ah’
Ji Anning withdrew her gaze, sighed with lancholy, turned around to prepare for washing up, when her eyes suddenly swept across the white car parked in the middle of the yard. Despite the distance and two panes of glass between them, her eyes t his deep black ones instantly.
She was slightly startled but didn’t know how to react.
The man in the car opened the door and got out, and it was then that Ji Anning ca back to her senses from her daze.
’Knock knock knock’
Suddenly, there was knocking at the door.
Without waiting for Ji Anning’s permission, the person who knocked pushed the door open and entered. Seeing Ji Anning standing on the balcony, the aunt smiled warmly and said, "Miss Anning, you’re awake."
Ji Anning nodded, "Aunt."
The aunt said, "Mr. Ji is back; it’s ti for dinner."
"Okay," Ji Anning smiled slightly, "I’ll co down after I freshen up."
In her heart, there was a subtle expectation, with a bit of nervousness, excitent, shyness, and a little bewildernt.
It was very complicated.
After freshening up, she changed into a more conservative set of ho clothes, a light yellow thin sweatshirt outfit.
Last night’s freshly washed hair was combed smoothly, swept behind her ears, hanging down her back, revealing her delicate small face.
Ji Chicheng sat on the couch, keeping Fenfen company as she read a picture book.
Ji Anning walked over, looked at Ji Chicheng, and softly called out ’Uncle’, then she quickly shifted her gaze to Fenfen, "What book is Fenfen reading?"
She asked with a gentle smile, bent down, and sat beside Fenfen.
Fenfen picked up the book she was looking at, pointed at the picture, and read to Ji Anning, "Chicken."
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