As she got closer, she caught a hint of alcohol on him.
Persuading those shareholders last night must have been tough for him.
Ji Anning felt a pang of sympathy again, lifting her head to look at Ji Chicheng, "You ca back really late last night, didn’t you? Close your eyes and sleep a little more."
Ji Chicheng raised an eyebrow, "You keep teasing , how am I supposed to sleep?"
He had only co back just before dawn and had only dozed off a bit; his voice was a little hoarse, and his lips slightly pursed.
A faint smile spread across his lips, tender and content.
All his fatigue and weariness vanished in an instant.
Ji Anning retorted in a low voice, "How did I tease you?"
She was even careful with her breathing to avoid waking him, wasn’t she?
"You’ve been giving those sultry looks, teasing with your eyes." Ji Chicheng lowered his eyes, and the gentle smile disappeared, giving way to his usual aloof deanor.
After saying that, he lowered his head to give Ji Anning a kiss on her forehead. Then he looked at her again, still expressionless.
No one else could flirt so seriously.
Ji Anning looked at the man’s blank face and complained inside, while her head burrowed into his arms, "You’re handso, so I want to look, okay? Okay?"
"Since my wife’s so lustful, let satisfy you."
Ji Chicheng suddenly dragged Ji Anning onto the sofa, turned over to pin her beneath him, one hand sliding inside her clothes, roaming freely.
Ji Anning opened her mouth to call out, but Ji Chicheng suddenly grabbed one side of her fullness.
It was as if he clamped her throat, forcibly cutting off her scream and making her gasp, her petite body convulsing under him.
She glared at Ji Chicheng, who bit his teeth and pulled one corner of his mouth into a wicked and... lustful smile.
Ji Anning’s face flushed bright red, and it took a while before she could speak, "Unc... Uncle, what did you just call ?"
After asking, she imdiately regretted it. She had heard him call her "wife" clearly, so why ask? If she asked, wouldn’t he just repeat it?
"Wife."
Sure enough, Ji Chicheng repeated it.
"Ah, stop saying nonsense." Ji Anning’s face turned crimson, as if filled with blood.
"Daddy and Mommy, what are you doing?"
Suddenly, Fenfen woke up, her sleepy voice soft and pure, making Ji Anning feel like she was committing a cri.
How could a child see such a restricted scene?
She quickly pushed Ji Chicheng, "Uncle, get up."
Ji Chicheng’s heavy body pressed on her, not letting go, "What did you call ?"
He raised an eyebrow, tauntingly.
"Uncle."
Ji Anning shouted loudly.
But instead of letting her go, Ji Chicheng held her even tighter, "Say it again."
Ji Anning knew what he ant but was too embarrassed to comply, so she played dumb, "Ji Chicheng."
Calling his full na brought no satisfaction as she expected.
Ji Anning called again, "Chicheng."
The man kept a stern face, full of dissatisfaction.
Ji Anning called again, "Chengcheng."
"Mommy."
Fenfen had already climbed out of bed and was heading their way. Ji Anning closed her eyes, preparing herself, and leaned into Ji Chicheng’s ear.
"Husband."
Saying it made her heart stop, and her face flushed to its limit.
Only then was Ji Chicheng satisfied; he got up and went to the bathroom.
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