You've always loved me

Chapter 745 Be Good ([-])
gone?

Ji Anning curled her lips, "I came all the way to see you, so I just left."

As she walked towards Ji Chicheng, she muttered softly.

Ji Chicheng looked up at her, raised an eyebrow at her, "You don't want to?"

He had no expression on his face, and he didn't seem to be joking at all.

'Cut' Ji Anning cast a cold glance at Ji Chicheng, bent over to get a seat on the edge of the bed, lowered her head and pouted, pinned her fingernails, and said in a strange tone: "I'm afraid you won't give up, this is a foreign country, the National People's Congress He came all the way, and left before his butt was hot."

Ji Chicheng frowned, "Have you touched it?"

"What?" Ji Anning raised his head and looked at Ji Chicheng suspiciously.

touched?What did she touch?
"Otherwise, how do you know that his butt is not hot?" Ji Chicheng rolled his eyes at Ji Anning.

Then bowed his head and continued to drink porridge.

Ji Anning: "..."

This person... obviously doesn't have any sense of humor, yet he still wants to be humorous, which is not funny at all.

She looked at the bowl of porridge in Ji Chicheng's hand, it was about to bottom out, she had a sense of accomplishment, and it was rare for her to pick the right taste for him.

"Is this porridge delicious?"

"Try it."

Ji Anning asked casually, but Ji Chicheng actually took a spoonful and brought it to her mouth.

She shook her head, "I don't eat, I just ate."

Ji Chicheng frowned, obviously displeased, Ji Anning was speechless, opened his mouth, and ate a spoonful of porridge into his mouth.

However, before she could swallow, Ji Chicheng's hand holding the spoon suddenly stretched around her neck and pulled her towards him, Ji Anning had no time to react, their lips were already tightly touching.

The man's tongue aggressively pried open her teeth, and snatched away the porridge that she hadn't had time to swallow.

Ji Anning only felt disgusted, but he relished it and enjoyed it.

Why is the devil uncle, even so wicked?Isn't he a clean freak?

"Well……"

Ji Chicheng's kiss became more and more intense, and he did not give Ji Aning a chance to distract himself. His big hand was on her back, wandering randomly.

Even through the thick clothes, Ji Anning could feel the warmth of his palms, his breath getting faster and faster, hot and crazy.

Always thinking about the wounds on his body that have not healed, Ji Anning did not dare to relax her body, and remained stiff for fear of pressing on his wounds and hurting him.

"Uncle... um..."

Suddenly, a bloody smell entered their mouths, and his lips were broken again.

Ji Anning frowned, and forcefully broke free from the man's hands, and straightened her waist. While wiping the blood on her lips with her hands, she frowned angrily and stared at Ji Chicheng who was also wiping her lips with her fingertips.

His lips, stained red with blood, innocently added a bit of evil charm to his handsome face.

There was a lot of bleeding, but he didn't care, and didn't want to stop the bleeding, so he kept wiping it off.

"Don't wipe it."

Ji Anning was very distressed, she quickly took a piece of gauze from the bedside, leaned over to Ji Chicheng's face, and helped him stop the bleeding.

She used gauze to lightly touch the broken part of Ji Chicheng's lips one by one, with full care every time.

Her plump face was flushed and pink because of the hot kiss just now. Ji Chicheng looked at her with a gentle expression.

"An Ning." Ji Chicheng stretched out his hand, caressing Ji An Ning's face.

His fingertips were hot, as if they had penetrating power, and touched Ji Anning's heart.

(End of this chapter)