So You Have Loved Me Too

His face was hot as if it was about to catch fire, and his head was lowered to the limit.

"If you don't change, then I will open the door."

"No..." Ji Anning raised her head in panic to look at Ji Chicheng, and shook her, she quickly picked up her jacket and put on her body as quickly as possible.

Then she picked up the pants again and shook them open. They were probably nine-quarter pants, very soft fabric, a bit like pajamas, or housewear.

She was about to lift that good leg and put it on, suddenly remembering Ji Chicheng, she looked over again, but she was leaning against the wall with her back facing her, and she didn't even intend to look at her.

Ji Anning cocked her mouth in dissatisfaction, and surreptitiously rolled her eyes at the man's tall figure.

...

"Uncle, I'm fine."

It took a lot of energy to put on the pants. When wearing the injured foot, the painful body was sweating again, and she called to Ji Chicheng, she lay down, gasping for breath.

She felt that if this continued, she would die of pain.

Ji Chicheng heard Ji Anning's shout before opening the door.

"My brother, you finally opened the door, and I will hit the door if I don't open it again."

A man's voice came from the door, half joking and half talking.

Her voice was mellow, and it sounded her first impression. This was a humorous person. Ji Anning thought about it and looked at it curiously.

The man was wearing a male-colored shirt, his height was about the same as that of Ji Chicheng, a pair of gold-framed eyes stood on the bridge of his nose, and his face was pure and handsome, with a slight smile on his face.

This person... She also seemed to be impressed, as if she had seen it somewhere, but it seemed that it was a long time ago, and she couldn't remember it for a while.

Ji Anning was looking at him, his gaze also happened to look into the room, looking at her, there was a sly light flashing in the black and white eyes under his glasses.

Then he looked at Ji Chicheng again, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What about pigs? Are pet pigs popular now? Is it easy to raise? What breed?"

Ji Anning: "..."

Who are these people, really disrespectful people.

She didn't believe that he didn't know that the "pig" that Ji Chicheng said was a human being, let alone that he hadn't guessed that the "pig" was her.

Bah, baah, he is a pig, and his family is a pig.

"It's not easy to raise, the breed is bad." Ji Chicheng replied to the man expressionlessly, and turned to the sofa.

Ji Anning vomited blood.

Just call her a pig, and even say that she is a bad breed and not easy to raise. How did he know that she was not easy to raise, and he had never raised it.

"This girl, I look familiar."

Ji Anning pursed her lips and slandered Ji Chicheng. The man who came in with Ji Chicheng saw her, speeded up and walked in front of her, staring at her face.

After looking at it for a while, Mosai suddenly opened, and he reached out and patted his forehead gently, "Oh, I remember."

Have they seen it? Ji Anning frowned and stared at the man's face, and tried to remember where he had seen him.

The man knew that she didn't think of him, and smiled and introduced himself to her, "I think you probably don't remember me, that winter."

As he said, he made a memory, and then continued: "It should be our senior year of high school, the day before Christmas, and it was still snowing. Wearing a thick down jacket, you stood at the entrance of the'Future' studio all afternoon. ."

That winter, the studio, the day before Christmas...

Ji Anning was startled suddenly, raised her small face, and looked nervously at the man in front of her.