Ji Anning pouted, "I won’t co over, if you dare, you co here."
As she spoke, she reached out to close the window and then grabbed the curtain, the man opposite suddenly braced himself on the railing, leaped over, and flipped to the outside of the railing.
Ji Anning exclaid in a low voice, "Uncle, what are you doing?"
She nervously opened the window again, her upper body leaning out, looking at the man climbing towards her side, with her heart pounding as though it was about to leap out.
"How could I let my dear niece be disappointed?"
Ji Chicheng climbed as he responded to Ji Anning’s words.
"..."
Ji Anning, not wanting to distract Ji Chicheng, pressed her lips together and didn’t dare to make a sound, watching with her heart in her throat as he slowly approached.
Once he reached her side, she quickly reached out a hand, "Uncle, give your hand."
’An’an, give your hand.’
The phrase resonated in Ji Anning’s ears unexpectedly, and then, from sowhere, she found the strength, got on tiptoe, grasped Ji Chicheng’s wrist, and pulled with all her might.
Seeing her exert so much effort, her face reddening, Ji Chicheng frowned, "Ji Anning, what are you doing?"
Ji Anning gritted her teeth, kept pulling forcefully, and said, "I’m pulling you up."
Ji Chicheng looked at her in silence for a while, then said, "Thank you, but please don’t interrupt my cool act."
Ji Anning was stunned, not yet understanding Ji Chicheng’s aning, when he suddenly pulled out his hand, which she was holding, then grasped the window sill with both hands, leaped, and his tall figure floated lightly onto the window ledge.
He sat on the window ledge, leaned back comfortably, and then lifted one leg, bending it, and resting his arm on his knee.
He cocked his head, looking at Ji Anning with a rascal’s smirk on his lips.
Completely different from his usual cold and steady manner, he resembled a rebellious teenager of seventeen or eighteen, filled with a roguish and rascally air.
His deep black eyes also had a hint of teasing as he stared unblinkingly at Ji Anning.
He made Ji Anning feel embarrassed, her face turning red, "Why are you looking at like that?"
Ji Chicheng replied seriously, "Because you’re pretty, so I’m looking at you."
"You’re annoying." Ji Anning returned the words with feigned annoyance at Ji Chicheng, then again she reached out to grab his arm, pulling him down, "You co down quickly, I’m closing the curtains."
At this mont, the yard was full of the figures of servants.
It would be bad for them to see.
Ji Chicheng cooperated with Ji Anning, allowing her to pull him down from the window ledge, imdiately wrapping his arms around her, "We haven’t even eaten yet, and you’re this impatient?"
As he spoke, he pushed her towards the bed.
"Uncle... the... curtains..."
Ji Anning managed to pull the curtains halfway closed; the other half was still open. She tried to close them, but Ji Chicheng disregarded her.
He insisted on pushing her to the edge of the bed and then falling down with her, his tall body pressing down on hers.
A pair of large hands were placed around her waist, wickedly tickling her.
"Ah... hahaha..." Ji Anning squird with discomfort, laughing and begging for rcy, "Uncle, stop... it tickles... hahaha..."
"Where does it tickle?"
Ji Chicheng frowned, asking while his hands road over her body, finding her ****, he squeezed twice, raising an eyebrow, "Here?"
"Fenfen is still in the room."
Thinking of Fenfen, Ji Anning was about to look for where Fenfen might be when suddenly a familiar old lady’s voice ca from the doorway, "Ahem, and ."
Ji Anning turned her head in shock to look, seeing Aunt Wu holding a large tray with both hands, looking awkwardly at her and Ji Chicheng.
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