Chapter 613 Five Minutes, You Are Not Allowed to Move (1)

Hair is still wet.

"Uncle, I'm going back to my room." Ji Anning greeted Ji Chicheng in a low voice, then pursed her lips tightly and lowered her head.

Walking towards the door of the room step by step, step by step slowly, aiming at the man on the sofa from the corner of the eye.

"Do you think it was Real Madrid or Barcelona that won this time?"

Ji Chicheng suddenly made a sound.

"Eh!" Ji Anning stopped, turned around and looked at Ji Chicheng.

Stunned for a moment, she curled her lips and replied in a low voice: "I don't know, I only know you as a basketball player."

"This is football." Ji Chicheng gave Ji Anning a supercilious look.

Ji Anning: "..."

This is embarrassing, last time you treated basketball as football, this time you treat football as basketball, Ji Anning, you are getting more and more mentally handicapped.

She stood there, blushing and bowing her head.

Ji Chicheng's voice came from there again, "Ji Anning, let's play football."

Ji Anning raised his head and opened his mouth in surprise, "Gambling?"

Uncle, don't lie to me because I don't read much.

Ji Chicheng said: "I beat Barcelona."

Ji Anning was so drawn by his words that he lost his opinion, and casually replied, "Then...then I will suppress Real Madrid."

As he spoke, he lifted his foot and walked towards Ji Chi City.

"Okay." Ji Chicheng followed Ji Anning's eyes and said, "Real Madrid scores a goal. You can ask me a question or do something to me. If Barcelona scores a goal, I will do the same."

Ask a question, or do a thing...

Isn't that the same as truth or dare?

In Ji Anning's heart, she was anxious and looking forward to it. She was worried about what questions Ji Chicheng would ask her, and also expected that she would be interested in something about her.

She nodded with an 'hmm'.

Stepping up to Ji Chicheng, she bent down and sat down beside him, a distance away from him alone.

The game has just started not long ago, and no goals have been scored yet.

Ji Anning clasped his hands, staring at the TV screen intently, very nervous.

Real Madrid and Barcelona are two strong teams. Naturally, there was some competition on the field. More than 20 minutes passed, and there were several thrilling situations, but none scored.

Ji Anning's palms were sweating a lot. Every time there was a tendency to score a goal, no matter which side it was, she would be nervous and excited.

"Uncle?"

Suddenly, Ji Chicheng's big hand reached out and grabbed her hand.

Ji Anning looked down, and before she could look up at Ji Chicheng, the commentator's excited voice suddenly came from the TV.

"The goal was scored...the goal was scored, the Barcelona players at 40 minutes and 3 seconds of the first half..."

Ji Anning turned to look at the TV screen, Barcelona scored a goal... That means that the uncle can ask her a question, or do something to her.

Thinking of her turning her head.

The next second, she froze.

Ji Chicheng's face came close to her. When she turned her head just now, her lips rubbed against his soft lips, and a trace of coolness swept across her heart.

Her heart fluttered slightly, and she held her breath involuntarily.

"Ji Anning, Barcelona scored a goal." Ji Chicheng's lips pressed against Ji Anning's, and the warm breath lingered around her mouth.

The crisp voice bewitched Ji Anning's sanity.

She stared at him with watery almond eyes, without blinking.

Nervousness, anticipation, and lingering astonishment.

"Five minutes, don't move." Ji Chicheng ordered Ji Aning in a commanding tone, and pressed his lips against hers.