So You Have Loved Me Too

Ji Anning pouted, "If you have the ability, come here."

Saying that she reached out to close the window, and then reached out to grab the curtains, the man on the other side suddenly held on to the railing, jumped, and turned outside the railing.

Ji Anning exclaimed in a low voice, "Uncle what are you doing."

She nervously opened the window again, and got out of her upper body. The man crawling towards her was about to jump out of fear.

"How can I disappoint my dear niece."

Ji Chicheng returned to Ji Anning's words while climbing.

"..."

Ji Anning was afraid that Ji Chicheng was distracted, so she pressed her lips tightly and did not dare to make a sound, watching him slowly approaching with fear.

When he crawled to her side, she quickly reached out, "Uncle, give me your hand."

‘Ann, give me your hand. ’

These words echoed in Ji Anning's ears, and then she didn't know where the power came from, and on tiptoe, she grabbed Ji Chicheng's wrist and pulled him hard.

Seeing her hard work, her face flushed, Ji Chicheng frowned, "Ji Anning, what are you doing?"

Ji Anning gritted his teeth, pulling hard, and said: "I'll pull you up."

Ji Chicheng looked at her speechlessly for a while, and then said: "Thank you, but please don't delay me being handsome."

Ji Anning was taken aback, before he realized what Ji Chicheng meant, Ji Chicheng suddenly pulled out the hand she was holding, then grabbed her window edge with both hands, jumped, and his tall body fluttered onto the window sill.

He sat on the window sill, leaned back, then raised one leg, bent, and put his arm on his knee.

Tilting his neck, looking at Ji Anning, there was a smirk at the corner of his mouth.

It was completely different from his usual high-coldness and calmness, like a rebellious teenager of seventeen or eighteen years old, full of evil and scorn.

His deep black eyes also contained a touch of joking, staring at Ji Anning unblinkingly.

Ashamed to look at Ji Anning, he blushed, "Why are you looking at me like this?"

Ji Chicheng answered her solemnly, "You look good, so I look at you."

"You hate it." Ji Anning replied to Ji Chicheng duplicity, and then she reached out and grabbed his arm and pulled him down, "Quickly come down and come down, I will close the curtains."

At the moment, servants are everywhere in the yard.

Let them see that the impact is not good.

In cooperation with Ji Anning, Ji Chicheng was pulled down the window sill and immediately hugged her with both hands.

He said as he pushed her to the bed.

"Uncle...window...curtain..."

Ji Anning reluctantly pulled the curtains halfway, and did not pull the other half. She wanted to pull them, but Ji Chicheng ignored her.

He pushed her to the side of the bed and pushed her down, and his tall body fell along with her, pressing on her.

Put a pair of big hands on her waist, tickling her badly.

"Ah...hahaha..." Ji Anning was itchy and uncomfortable, smiling and begging for mercy, "Uncle don't...itch...hahaha..."

"Where does it itch?"

Ji Chicheng frowned, and asked, his big hand fumbled on her body, touched her ****, he squeezed twice, raised his eyebrows, "here?"

"One after another is still in the room."

Ji Anning thought about it. Just about to find where they were, a familiar old lady's voice suddenly came from the door, "Ahem, there's me."

Ji Anning was taken aback, turned her head and looked over. Aunt Wu held a large tray in both hands, looking at her and Ji Chicheng awkwardly.