So You Have Loved Me Too

In the next second, he moved his soft lips close to her and opened slightly, waiting for her small mouth.

But it was not implemented, with a strong breath, Ji Anning was like a child waiting to be fed.

She looked at his black eyes that shone like stars, and pursed her small mouth in dissatisfaction, "Uncle, I'm hot and I'm so uncomfortable."

Burned by desire, his voice became coquettish unconsciously, like a cat crying, making the bones of the man on his body crisp.

He moved his big hand to her towering chest, squeezed it lightly, gritted his teeth, and asked in a dissatisfied tone: "What do you call me?"

"Uncle." Ji Anning pouted and kept repeating, "Uncle, uncle, uncle...My favorite uncle."

It was the first time that Ji Chicheng saw this appearance. His naughty and delicate, pink cheeks, red, like ripe apples, tempted him to open his mouth and take a bite.

"Ah..." Ji Anning frowned and called out in pain, her mouth raised higher, and she turned over and pressed the strong man on her body, then leaned over, opening her mouth impatiently and bit his lips.

"Uncle, I love you."

The vague confession caused Ji Chicheng's already passionate heart to create waves.

Domineering like him, accustomed to the home game, he turned over and pressed Ji Anning under him, and then he directly tore off her clothes, grabbed her by one leg and lifted it up, domineering and gentle.

Ji Anning frowned, his mouth uttered like pain but not pain, "Uncle..."

Hearing her calling uncle again, Ji Chicheng gritted his teeth and moved a little bit harder, "Do you still like incest~ sex?"

"I like you." Ji Anning grinned silly.

Charming and lovely.

Ji Chicheng watched, his heart melted like chocolate, silky and sweet, he leaned over to Ji Anning's ear, love wishing to swallow her in one bite.

"An An, I miss you so much."

Think about it as soon as you turn around, not thinking about it all the time.

...

Regarding the memory of last night, Ji Anning can only remember things before and after meeting Qi Helian. She remembers dimly.

As for how the hickey came from, and when the man lying next to him came back, she had no impression.

A luxurious white wool blanket was cushioned under them, and the bright sunlight passed through the huge French windows, shining in and spilling on them, and they were naked now.

Ji Anning was wrapped tightly in the thin quilt, frowning very depressed.

Why in the living room? Why is it on the ground? Why stick to the French window? Why not draw the curtains...?

She looked down, most of the sea was under her eyes, and she suddenly wondered if the man she loved was a bit abnormal.

"Ji Anning, let you do it!"

At this moment, the man who was clearly asleep just now stretched out his hand to grab her arm, pulled her down and lay down in his arms.

Ji Anning was taken aback. She raised her face and stared at him dissatisfiedly, "Uncle, what are you doing?"

Ji Chicheng replied blankly: "You who worked all night last night."

Ji Anning: "..."

She blushed to the bottom of her neck, and she believed that hooliganism is also a function of every man.

Even the uncle who does not eat fireworks in her mind is no exception.

Ji Anning was embarrassed to look at Ji Chicheng, wrapped the quilt tightly and got up to wash and put on clothes.

Ji Chicheng sensed her motives, turned over and suppressed her, "Do it again, together."