Closing the door, Ji Chicheng hugged Ji Anning with his arms, clinging to him, turned her around, and stuck it to the wall, then he looked down at her.
The deep black eyes, unblinking, gleamed with the light of the dark bird.
Just being stared at by him, Ji Anning felt that his heart was about to jump out, so she didn't dare to look directly at him.
The shy, bushy eyelashes quivered like butterfly wings, "Uncle, what are you doing?"
The sound is very small, mosquitoes hum.
When she asked, she herself felt that she was asking knowingly, with a strong taste of hypocrisy.
They have such a blushing and heart-beating posture, such an ambiguous atmosphere, you can't just talk about life and ideals.
They had only staged the same plot in the stairwell of the nursing home not long ago, even with the same breath.
"Don't you know?" Ji Chicheng raised his eyebrows, "Then I will tell you."
As he stretched out his hand to provoke Ji Anning’s chin, a touch of evil charm spread across the corners of his mouth, enchanting and cold to suffocate, bewitching Ji Anning’s mind, she held her breath and stared at it with watery eyes. he.
His eyes were timid, but there was a hint of expectation.
Master Ji, who has always been decisive, will either sentence you to life or death. He won't hang people's appetites and won't let people have time to think about countermeasures against him.
He didn't give Ji Anning any chance to dodge, leaning over, his lips pressed domineeringly against her soft lips.
With a hint of coldness, Ji Anning's breathing stopped for two seconds and her eyes stared. She couldn't resist this feeling. With a pair of hands hanging in the air, she couldn't help holding her arms around the man's waist.
Every time he kisses her, although it is a domineering way, the process is beautiful, not vulgar, and not touchy.
Except when he played the role of a demon, when he was in bed.
However, this time, his hand moved restlessly on her back, slowly moved under her clothes, and fumbled in.
The smooth and delicate palm rubbed against her skin, carrying electricity. She was so soft that she was struck. She was confused and intrigued. She almost forgot their current situation, the box where they were eating, and Qi He. Lian He Xiang Yiqing is still outside.
The man's breath became thicker and thicker, and the kiss became hotter and lingering. On Ji Anning's neck, it confused her mind and tempted her to "fallen".
"Follow me tomorrow."
Ji Chicheng's lips suddenly withdrew, without warning, very abrupt.
Suppressing the desire to clamor, although his voice became hoarse, his tone was decisive and not muddy.
The action is the same. After speaking, he immediately released Ji Anning, turned around and walked to the big round table in a heavy stride, reached out to pick up a glass of water that had been poured on the table, the temperature was just right, he lifted it up, and finished drinking with one mouthful.
Then he looked back at Ji Anning, her face was still full of crimson.
He said lightly: "Your body is not allowed, wait a month."
Ji Anning has also experienced personnel affairs, and she is not stupid. Of course, she knows what Ji Chicheng is talking about. She is embarrassed and embarrassed.
"I'm not……"
He opened his mouth to explain, but before he could say the words, he was overbearingly rejected by Ji Chicheng, "Your face is full of desire, and your eyes are telling me that you want to go to bed with me."
Ji Anning: "..."
Obviously he forced her to kiss her. Whose face is full of desire? Who on earth couldn't hold it just now and reached into her clothes?