So You Have Loved Me Too

'Their relationship is claimed to be female companions, female companions when attending social gatherings, and they are all social gatherings with few people. Not many people know that such a woman is hidden in the Char family . ’

‘In the past two years, she has had little contact with Char at Char’s house. They have no substantial relationship, let alone a legal couple, but Char is very painful. This is true. ’

Why on earth?

In the past two years, her parents’ medical expenses were paid for by her own money, almost... completely separated from the Ji family.

There was no contact at all with Ji Jingfeng, who she wanted to marry.

So, not for fame, not for profit, but for what?

He already understood the bad disguise, the frivolous disguise, and everything about the disguise, but he couldn't find out what the old man said to her or what he did to her.

From the moment she left cruelly, the truth was no longer worthy of him to explore.

What is he doing now for?

...

Ji Anning woke up and found herself lying on the bed. As for how she got to the bed, she didn't know.

She looked down at the clothes she was wearing, the same clothes she wore yesterday, except that she took off her pants.

Take off your pants...

She realized that after she took off her outer pants, only her underwear was left. This...who can take it off?

Looking at her snow-white thighs and the little **** around the lace, Ji Anning was a little messy. She had no memory of going upstairs last night, she must have been carried up.

Who carried her up? Who took off her pants?

Ji Anning thought, got up quickly, took a pair of pajama pants, opened the door, and left the room.

There was someone downstairs and she heard the sound of the TV.

She hurried to the top of the king's stairs, and suddenly a familiar man's voice came from behind, "You think about it before going downstairs."

Ji Anning paused and turned around. Ji Chicheng was wearing a bathrobe and his hair was wet. It was obvious that he had just taken a shower.

With his hands in his bathrobe pockets, he leaned lazily on the door frame of his own room, looking at Ji Anning with lukewarm eyes.

"Uncle... early, I..."

I want to ask how I went upstairs last night and who took off my pants.

But before she could ask, her face was already red, and even if she knew who was holding her upstairs, and who took her clothes off, what would happen?

It will only be more embarrassing, so it's better to be a fool.

Ji Anning thought, casually found a reason to explain why he came out in such an unkempt state, "I want to go downstairs and drink some water."

But what did he mean when he said he thought about it before going downstairs?

Who is watching the TV downstairs?

She turned her head suspiciously and looked towards the living room. An old love movie from country Y was playing on the big TV screen. A long-haired woman was sitting on the sofa. She couldn't see her face, but she could see that she was slim.

Long black hair, scattered on the back, full of femininity.

Ji Anning opened his mouth and thought of the bathrobe Ji Chicheng was wearing. He had just taken a bath...

At the bottom of my heart, there is a mixture of five flavors, the most clear is the sourness.

"Sorry, I don't know anyone in the house."

Ji Anning didn't choose to go downstairs to stimulate herself, turned around and apologized to Ji Chicheng faintly, then she went back to the room.

When I was side by side with Ji Chicheng, I didn't even look at him.

Back to the room, Ji Anning locked the door tightly, took the clothes into the bathroom, took a bath, washed his hair, and cleaned himself up.