Her hair was still dripping wet.
"Uncle, I’m heading back to my room," Ji Anning whispered to Ji Chicheng before pursing her lips and bowing her head.
She moved step by step towards the doorway of her room, each step slower than the one before, stealing glances at the man sitting on the sofa.
"Who do you think will win this ti, Real Madrid or Barcelona?"
Ji Chicheng suddenly spoke up.
"Eh!" Ji Anning stopped in her tracks and turned to look at Ji Chicheng.
She paused for a mont, then pouted and replied softly, "I don’t know, for basketball players, you are the only one I’m familiar with."
"This is football," Ji Chicheng rolled his eyes at Ji Anning.
Ji Anning: "..."
That was awkward, previously mixing up basketball with football, now confusing football with basketball, Ji Anning, you’re becoming more and more foolish.
She stood frozen in place, her face reddening, head still lowered.
Ji Chicheng’s voice ca again from the other side, "Ji Anning, let’s bet on the ga."
Ji Anning raised her head in surprise, her mouth slightly agape, "Bet on the ga?"
Uncle, I’m not well-read, but you better not deceive .
Ji Chicheng said, "I’m backing Barcelona."
Ji Anning was so taken aback by his words that she responded without thinking, "Then... I’ll back Real Madrid, I guess."
With that said, she stepped towards Ji Chicheng.
"Alright," Ji Chicheng followed Ji Anning with his eyes and said, "For every goal that Real Madrid scores, you can ask a question or do sothing to , and if Barcelona scores, I will do the sa."
To ask a question or do sothing...
Isn’t this just like Truth or Dare?
In Ji Anning’s heart, there was both nervousness and anticipation; she was anxious about what Ji Chicheng might ask her, but also eager about what he might be interested in doing to her.
She nodded and made a sound of agreent.
She approached Ji Chicheng and sat down beside him, maintaining the distance of one person’s seat away from him.
The football match had just started not long before, and there were no goals yet.
Ji Anning clasped her hands together, not taking her eyes off the TV screen, very anxious.
Real Madrid and Barcelona were two strong teams, and naturally, there was fierce competition on the field. More than twenty minutes had passed with several thrilling monts, but no goals had been scored.
Ji Anning’s palms were sweaty; every ti there seed to be a chance for a goal, no matter which side, she would get nervous and excited.
"Uncle?"
Suddenly, Ji Chicheng reached out and grabbed her hand.
Ji Anning looked down at their hands, and before she could raise her head to look at Ji Chicheng, the sports comntator’s excited voice ca from the TV.
"It’s a goal... it’s a goal, at the fortyth minute and three seconds of the first half, a Barcelona player..."
Ji Anning turned her head towards the TV screen. Barcelona scored... aning Uncle could ask her a question or do sothing to her.
With that thought, she turned her head.
The next second, she froze.
Ji Chicheng’s face had co close to hers, and as she turned her head, her lips brushed softly against his, a trace of coolness sweeping over her heart.
Her heart rippled slightly, and she involuntarily held her breath.
"Ji Anning, Barcelona has scored," Ji Chicheng’s lips were against Ji Anning’s, his warm breath swirling around her mouth.
His voice, teasing and beguiling, muddled Ji Anning’s senses.
She stared at him with wide, sparkling eyes, unblinking.
Nervous, expectant, coupled with a lingering shock.
"For five minutes, you don’t move," Ji Chicheng commanded Ji Anning, his lips pressing against hers.
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