Chapter 757 Do that Kind of Thing, Remember to Close the Door (5)

"Ji Anning, you are dead." Ji Chicheng gritted his teeth and rushed over.

Ji Anning hurriedly fled, but she escaped to the door, and she was eventually caught. Ji Chicheng pressed her firmly against the door, grabbed her with one hand, and raised her over her head. He picked her chin with his hand, forcing her to look at him.

Seeing her staring innocent eyes, he curled his lips evilly, "My dear niece, my little uncle wants you to taste whether this cake is sweet or not."

As he spoke, he leaned over and lowered his head, covering Ji Anning's lips with his creamy lips.

Immediately afterwards, the tongue pried open her teeth, and sent the cake cream into her mouth, forcing her to eat it.

This... This is simply too ambiguous, Ji Anning was fascinated by Ji Chicheng's tongue hook, and lost her way.

This is already the third time, the third kiss after he woke up, and she can't guarantee that she can hold it if this continues.

There was another bloody smell in the cream, reminding Ji Anning that he was still injured.

She took advantage of Ji Chicheng's lips to withdraw and take a breath, and reminded him worriedly, "Uncle, your injury."

Ji Chicheng replied in a hoarse voice: "Treat the internal injuries first."

Ji Anning was wondering about the meaning of Ji Chicheng's words, when Ji Chicheng suddenly let go of her hand, only grabbed her hand, pulled it down, and put it directly on his somewhere.

The incomparably hard touch made her heart beat wildly, her face flushed as if she was about to bleed.

She could feel how eager and uncomfortable he was at this moment, and she held her hand tremblingly, not daring to look up or look at him.

"Want to?"

The man's deep and hoarse voice came from Ji Anning's top again, and the scorching breath sprayed on her face, as if her body was set on fire. She raised her face slightly, and her bright eyes gleamed with water.

Pure and beautiful.

Ji Chicheng couldn't help it again, opened his mouth to bite her red lips, and rubbed provocatively with his teeth, "An Ning, hold me tight."

His voice seemed to be bewitching, bewitching Ji Anning to stretch out his other hand and wrap it around his muscular waist.

"Your wound is bleeding again, if you... you are really uncomfortable." She was still worried about his injury, and stammered, "I... I... I will help you with... my hands."

After finishing speaking, she wished she could find a crack in the ground and sneak in, she was so ashamed.

Ji Chicheng stretched out his hand to lift Ji Anning's chin again, frowned slightly, "Look at me, don't you want to?"

"I... I don't want to." Ji Anning replied quickly, she lowered her head again, her eyes accidentally glanced at her hand holding Ji Chicheng.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

She actually wants to have...sex with her uncle?

I'm so tangled, should I do it or not, and he was injured, if he passed out on the bed and it was spread, would the news headline be like this?

'The uncles and nephews acted in collusion and overindulged, causing the uncle to faint. '

No, no, they need to keep a low profile and be more cautious, and it's impossible for him not to shoot now, so it's the only way to do it.

Ji Anning struggled with her own heart, then she stretched out her hand to hook Ji Chicheng's neck actively, kissed his lips on tiptoe, and kissed him fiercely.

...

For the past few days, Ji Anning has been taking care of Ji Chicheng's hospital bed. He didn't sleep much. After getting tired, he lay down on the bed and slept until dinner time.

When she opened her eyes, Ji Chicheng had ordered food and was waiting for her.