So You Have Loved Me Too

She loves her, that arrogant boy, let her work hard to become an excellent Ji Anning boy.

Now, she really hurts. She wants his comfort, his comfort, and his care, even if she just listens to his voice, a less indifferent voice, just a little bit of temperature.

The corners of Ji Anning's eyes were moist, and both hands clung to Ji Chicheng's big hands, and he was reluctant to let go. There was a little uncle, so hard to speak.

The man's body became stiff, and for a while, his heart surged, and his fingers tightened excitedly.

He squinted his eyes and looked at Ji Anning's red face and slightly opened mouth, which made him feel uncontrollable. He lowered his head and approached her a little closer to her small face.

Ji Anning was having a fever, and just getting closer, he could feel the heat on her body, and his mind suddenly became clear, and his movements stopped abruptly.

His breath stayed above her like this, Ji Anning didn't dare to open his eyes, but his fingers tightened tighter and tighter.

Not willing to let go, after so many years, it's rare to be impulsive.

Ji Chicheng felt Ji Anning's hand strength, so tight, for fear that he would run away.

He just looked at her so close, his Adam’s apple rolled a little, then opened his mouth slightly, "Do you...know who I am?"

‘I like you for so many years...’

‘Have you tried to work hard for one person? ’

‘I’ve tried the top three of my grade every time, just to stand on the podium with him...’

How could that person be him?

Thinking about it, his heart began to be crazy jealous.

Ji Chicheng, if you want to get her, you can only take it by force.

He looked at Ji Anning's neck, her undulating chest, and his eyes were covered with red blood, shining with wolf light.

Uncle Uncle Uncle... Ji Chicheng, Ji Anning answered Ji Chicheng's question in his heart, only in his heart.

Hot tears wet the sofa cushion underneath.

Working hard to restrain the urge in her heart, she avoided the man's problem, "It hurts, my feet hurt."

Moaning in pain, his hands reluctantly let go of the man's big hand, rolled over, and shrank himself into a ball.

Facing her back, Ji Chicheng also slowly controlled his eager heart, looking at her injured foot, it was red and swollen, his heart was tight, and his heart ached.

"Take a painkiller, I call Xiang Yiqing to come over."

Xiang Yiqing expected that Ji Anning's life would not be better tonight. When he left, he left a painkiller here and asked him to give her one when she was in severe pain.

Ji Chicheng held the medicine in one hand and lifted Ji Anning's upper body with the other.

After feeding the medicine into her mouth, Ji Anning's consciousness of real pain was a bit blurred.

What happened later, she gradually couldn't tell whether it was real or dream. When she woke up the next day, she had an infusion tube on the back of her hand. There was still one third of the potion in the potion bottle, dripping drop by drop. .

She swept around her eyes and opened her mouth in surprise.

She was not in the living room anymore, but in the room, covered with white sheets and simple cool-color furniture, the curtains were only drawn with a layer of tulle, the windows were open, and the curtains were swaying in the wind.

Whose room is this?

"you're awake."

Suddenly, a man's voice came from the door of the room, interrupting Ji Anning's thoughts. She looked over. The man was wearing a set of black home clothes, and Qingjun's face was obviously tired.