So You Have Loved Me Too

Are you gone?

Ji Anning curled his lips, "I came to see you from a long distance, so I just left."

While walking towards Ji Chicheng, she whispered quietly.

Ji Chicheng raised his head to look at her, raised an eyebrow at her, "You are not willing?"

He was expressionless and could not see that it was a joke at all.

'Cut' Ji Anning cast a cold glance at Ji Chicheng, bent over to the edge of the bed, bowed his head, pouted, and clasped his nails. Came all the way, and left before sitting hot."

Ji Chicheng frowned, "Have you touched it?"

"Huh?" Ji Anning raised her head and looked at Ji Chicheng suspiciously.

Touched? What did she touch?

"Otherwise, how do you know that his **** is not hot." Ji Chicheng casts a small eye at Ji Anning.

Then bowed his head and continued to drink porridge.

Ji Anning: "..."

This person...obviously doesn't have any humorous cells, but he wants to be humorous. Humor is not funny at all.

She looked at the bowl of porridge that Ji Chicheng was holding, and she was about to see the bottom. She was very fulfilled, and it was rare to pick his taste.

"Is this porridge delicious?"

"You have a taste."

Ji Anning asked casually, but Ji Chicheng actually took a spoonful 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 it, Ji Chicheng's hand holding the spoon suddenly stretched around her neck, and dragged her toward him. Ji Anning had no time to react, and the lips of the two were already close to each other.

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

Ji Anning only feels nauseous, but he is full of relish.

Why is Uncle Devil so funny? Isn't he a cleanliness?

"Well……"

Ji Chicheng's kiss became more and more intense, and he didn't give Ji Anning a chance to get distracted. His big hand, on her back, wandered without any rules.

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

Always thinking that the injury on his body has not yet been cleared, Ji Anning did not dare to relax, and remained stiff, for fear that it would hurt him when it was pressed.

"Uncle...well..."

Suddenly, a **** smell penetrated their mouths, and his lips broke again.

Ji Anning frowned, pushed away the man's hands vigorously, and straightened up. While wiping the blood from her lips with her hand, she frowned and stared at Ji Chicheng, who was also wiping her lips with her fingers.

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

After bleeding a lot, he didn't care, and didn't want to stop the bleeding, so he kept rubbing it.

"Don't wipe it."

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

She used gauze to gently touch Ji Chicheng's broken lips one after another, with full care every time.

Her full face, because of the hot kiss just now, was flushed and pink, Ji Chicheng couldn't help but look gentle.

"Anning." Ji Chicheng stretched out his hand and stroked Ji Anning's face.

His fingertips were hot, as if penetrating, touching Ji Anning's heart.