So You Have Loved Me Too

The painter has a beautiful artistic conception and yearns for plainness.

Ji Chicheng has a pair of eyes, always set the computer screen, wear earphones, nice hands, and occasionally tap the keyboard.

Ji Anning didn't go to see what he was doing, just admired him quietly.

To him, she has patience.

I don't know how long it took, after Ji Chicheng's hands hit the keyboard for a while, he took the headset off.

Then he closed the computer.

Then got up, looked at Ji Anning, and said lightly: "Let's go."

Let's go

where to?

Ji Anning looked blank, "What are you going to do?"

Ji Chicheng raised his eyebrows expressionlessly and asked, "You see now, aren't you just waiting for me to favor you?"

Ji Anning: "..."

How did she show that she was waiting for him to be pampered?

It's not ordinary narcissism!

Ji Anning ignored Ji Chicheng, picked up the wine glass, turned his head and looked outside, sipping the red wine in small sips.

"If you want me to hug you, you can just say it."

Ji Chicheng strode long legs, walked back to the balcony, without saying anything, directly picked up Ji Anning from the chair, turned and entered the room.

He walked to the bed and put her down, then he leaned over and kissed her lips.

It has been more than ten days since the operations have been performed one after another, and this is a rare opportunity tonight.

Ji Chi was determined to make the Bawang bow hard, Ji Anning simply did not resist, and put his hands loosely on his back.

His lips were crushed on her lips domineeringly, biting gently, and his hand reached from the neckline of the bathrobe, into the inside of her clothes, and his soft palm pressed against her skin intimately and rubbed.

Everywhere I went, that place was as hot as being burned by fire.

"hiss!"

Desire was slowly aroused, and the lower abdomen cramped, and suddenly it ached, a pain like acupuncture.

Ji Anning frowned, making a painful sound in her mouth.

Ji Chicheng noticed her situation, stopped, raised his head and looked at her and asked, "What's the matter?"

"My uncle has a stomachache, and I may be coming to a period." Ji Anning said, squeezing his hands in from the gap between the two and rubbing his belly.

Ji Chicheng's expression changed, "Your period hasn't come yet?"

Ji Anning was speechless, "Did you see me coming?"

Although they have not been together for so many days, they meet every day and sleep in the same room. Will he not find out when they come.

"You came at the beginning of last month." Ji Chicheng said, sitting up.

Staring at Ji Anning's flat lower abdomen, worry was revealed in the deep black eyes.

The beginning of the month!

Ji Anning stared, her hands rubbing her lower abdomen suddenly froze, and it was late now.

That... that...

She stretched out her hand in a panic, and grabbed Ji Chicheng's hand, "Uncle, what should I do?"

Ji Chicheng patted the back of her hand to comfort her, "Go to bed first, and take you to the hospital tomorrow."

Ji Anning was not at ease, she opened her mouth and her lips trembled, "As if... if..."

She didn't have the courage to say the following words.

Ji Chicheng interrupted her, "Go to bed first, good night."

Then he lay down beside her, leaned over and kissed her on the forehead, stretched out his hand to open the cup, and covered her.

Nestled in Ji Chicheng's arms, Ji Anning felt a little more at ease. He soothed her softly, and she gradually fell asleep.

But at night she drank a lot of water, and when she woke up in the middle of the night, the bedside lamp was turned to the weakest, and the light in the room was dim. She was too sleepy and confused.