Chapter 225 I Miss You! (Eleven)

Ji Anning's thoughts were interrupted, and when she realized it, she quickly took a sip of water, rinsed, and then lifted the quilt to get out of bed to spit it out.

"There's a trash can right next to it."

Sensing Ji Anning's actions, Ji Chicheng quickened his pace and stepped forward to stop her.

The position of the trash can is different from Ji Aning's angle, he kicked it with his foot, "Just spit into the trash can."

"Actually, I want to go to the bathroom." Ji Anning shyly lowered her head.

Ji Chicheng ignored her blushing and shyness, and grabbed her slender arm with his big hand, "I'll help you."

Three words, decisive, like a big decision to do.

"Uncle, it's not that serious. I can do it myself." Ji Anning shyly pushed Ji Chicheng away. She had been lying on the bed for a long time. When she got out of bed now, she felt head-heavy and light-weight. After getting off the bed and brewing for a while, she took a step and walked towards the bathroom.

However, before she took two steps, the man suddenly reached out behind her and hugged her.

She froze, confused, completely confused.

Ji Anning lowered her head slowly, looking at Ji Chicheng's hands around her waist, his white and slender fingers, flashed in her mind that he played beautiful music under the sun again and again.

Every time you press a key, it seems to be tugging at her heartstrings.

Against her consciousness, she raised her hand slowly, trembling slightly, and placed it on the back of his hand. The moment she touched it, her heart trembled violently.

Ji Chicheng seemed to have seized the opportunity, and held Ji Anning's small hand tightly with his backhand, wrapping it in his palm, and a deep voice rang in her ear, "Help you, or hug you."

She was given two choices, adhering to his usual domineering, unquestionable.

Ji Anning felt tired and couldn't laugh or cry, her heart was so sweet that she wanted to die, but she still couldn't be so open and happy, so desperate, she still chose to welcome or refuse.

"Uncle, let go, I really need to go to the bathroom, please help me see if the porridge is hot, I'll eat it later, I'm starving to death."

She couldn't help but use a coaxing tone.

Unexpectedly, such a tone would be very effective, and Ji Chicheng nodded in agreement, "Okay."

He never dragged his feet in doing things, and immediately let go of her.

Ji Anning breathed a sigh of relief, and hurried to the bathroom with weak steps.

Fortunately, he didn't insist on domineering, otherwise she probably wouldn't be able to urinate, so what a shame.

There was too much blood, when Ji Anning got up from the toilet, her vision was dark again, she almost fell down, she almost leaned on the wall to get out of the bathroom.

Opening the door, the man's sense of presence was too strong, and she looked directly at him.

Her heart was so soft that it seemed to have turned into a pool of water, flowing continuously, and she couldn't pick it up at all.

Ji Chicheng sat on the edge of the bed, holding a bowl, and carefully stirred the porridge in the bowl with a spoon, blowing with his mouth while stirring.

Ji Chicheng is actually doing such careful things...

In addition to being moved, Ji Anning was surprised and unbelievable.

"The temperature is fine."

He can always find her suddenly when she is staring at him in a daze, leaving her nowhere to hide.

"Oh." Nodding in response, Ji Anning quickly shifted her gaze away, and walked towards the man.

When she approached, Ji Chicheng unhurriedly scooped up a spoonful of porridge, lifted it up, and brought it to her mouth.

She avoided it instinctively, frowned and said, "I'll eat it myself."