You've always loved me

Chapter 381 The Boat of Friendship ([-])
'puff'

Ji Anning finally couldn't help it, and laughed. She covered her mouth with one hand, and lightly patted Ji Chicheng's shoulder with her fist, "You're dead."

Ji Chicheng raised his eyebrows at her solemnly, "Love me to death?"

Ji Anning: "..."

The light jumped, and the car restarted. Ji Anning followed Ji Chicheng and looked towards the front of the road. In his eyes that still contained a layer of mist, the lights of the city were reflected, showing endless melancholy.

Is their contemptuous relationship finally known to the whole world?

She turned her head to look at Ji Chicheng again, no matter what time and angle, he could always surprise her eyes and make her fall for him.

"Hey." Ji Anning sighed after losing his mind for a while, "You turned me into a selfish villain."

Ji Chicheng said, "One day you'll know that I'm worth giving up your messed up everything."

Hearing this, Ji Anning smiled undeniably.

Although what he said sounds arrogant, it is true. He is so good, how could he not be worth it.

……

For the next two days, the sun in N City was shining, and Ji Chicheng would go out for the whole morning every day, and go home in the afternoon to accompany Ji Anning.

The room was well heated, and Ji Anning was wearing a large cartoon home clothes, sitting cross-legged on the fur cushion beside the bed, holding a white fluffy object, holding its little paws, and teasing it.

'tuk tuk tuk'

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, but the door was not closed. When she looked up, the person who knocked had already entered.

Ji Anning was taken aback in surprise.

"Dan Ning." Responding, she quickly put down the puppy, supported the edge of the bed with both hands, and stood up.

Yang Danning didn't wear shoes on her feet, she just wore her socks bare, and she walked without making a sound.

She was carrying an orange Hermès bag in her hand, and she was also wearing a famous brand. As she walked towards Ji Anning, she looked at every corner of the room, stitch by stitch.

Hanging on the coat rack were the white shirt Ji Chicheng wore yesterday, as well as his belt, and the smoky gray bed sheet and quilt, all in a mess.

The sunlight came in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, even Ji Anning's pretty face seemed extraordinarily bright.

Yang Danning clenched the bag strap tightly with both hands, and looked at Ji Anning bitterly, "Ji Anning, are you like this, aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning?"

"Dan Ning, I'm sorry." Ji Anning bowed her head apologetically.

Not for anything else, just because Yang Danning has been kind to her since she was a child, she has to say "I'm sorry".

It doesn't matter if she scolds or hits her, as long as she can vent her anger.

Here is the room where Ji Chicheng has lived for three years. The air is filled with his breath, and one can even imagine him sitting on the balcony reading a book.

Ten miles of spring breeze is not as good as him.

The more I think about it, the more unbalanced my heart becomes, the more uneasy I feel, and the stronger the possessive desire, Yang Danning controls it and stops herself from thinking about it.

Averting his eyes from the items in Ji Chicheng, he glanced at Ji Anning with a sneer, "Oh, you told me that I couldn't control him, did you mean that only you can control him?"

Ji Anning didn't know how to answer her, she shook her head in disbelief, let alone nodded.

She couldn't find words to explain herself, so she could only keep her head down and let her vent.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Yang Danning approached again, "Since I was a child, I have been kind to you, right? Why did you treat me like this?"

Her voice grew louder with emotion, "Don't you know I like him?"

(End of this chapter)