Pampered by My Ex's Cousin-Chapter 275 - 269 Sharing a Bed Together (Part 13)
He was indeed drunk; Ji Anning spoke in disbelief, "It’s the doctor."
"Tell him to get lost."
Ji Chicheng on the other side, slurred his words, almost shouting.
Feeling sorrow for the doctor who had just left, Ji Anning was relieved he was gone.
She ignored Ji Chicheng’s words, frowning at his drunken state, "Why did you drink so much?"
Ji Chicheng still responded off-topic, "I really want to sleep with you right now, I want to strip off your clothes and hold you."
His drunken voice sounded somewhat childish.
Heavens! How could he... say something so vulgar.
Ji Anning felt her face was so hot it could probably fry an egg, and her throat felt as if it had been scorched by fire, dry and uncomfortable. She coughed twice and moistened it.
She glanced around to make sure no one was there, then frowned, lowered her voice, and scolded Ji Chicheng, "Uncle, you’re drunk, go to sleep now." 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶
"Hot, wanna sleep with you." Ji Chicheng lay down again.
Although his words made Ji Anning embarrassed and blush, his state made her wish she could rush to his side to look after him.
She softened her tone, coaxing him, "Go to sleep quickly; you’ll feel better after a sleep."
Although she hadn’t been drunk before, she knew it must be uncomfortable.
"Take off your clothes and let me see."
Out of Ji Chicheng’s mouth came more words that shocked and embarrassed Ji Anning; she looked at him with disdain, her face red, "Why are you so sleazy?"
He actually wanted her to strip on a video call... to chat?
Isn’t that the kind of hobby sleazy internet friends have?
"Boss, tea."
Just as Ji Anning was so embarrassed she nearly hung up the video call, a woman suddenly appeared in Ji Chicheng’s frame.
A beautiful mixed-race face, long hair, dressed in a sexy and bold manner, with a curvaceous figure, just what men typically find irresistible.
The woman walked up to Ji Chicheng and handed him a cup of tea.
Ji Chicheng didn’t reach to take it; she just stood there while Ji Anning became uneasy, "Uncle, who... who is that?"
"Mocha." Ji Chicheng replied to Ji Anning as he took the cup from the secretary and drank the lukewarm tea in one gulp before passing the empty cup back to the secretary.
The secretary took the cup and disappeared from the frame.
But Ji Anning felt a lump in her heart, becoming wary, she asked, "Shouldn’t it be very late over there now?"
Ji Chicheng nodded, "After ten."
He nestled in the corner of the sofa, his white shirt no longer as crisp as before, his top two buttons undone, looking disheveled, a sight that accelerated one’s heartbeat.
Through the screen, her heart fluttered, let alone for someone by his side. Ji Anning, pouting, asked softly, "Is she staying at your place tonight?"
Even though he was drunk, Ji Chicheng could detect the concern in her tone, and he raised an eyebrow, "Are you worried?"
After asking, he smiled, his smile... trembling like a branch in the breeze.
Ji Anning had never seen him smile like that before; the row of bright teeth made his smile even more radiant and shining.
She was stunned, taken aback.
"Silly, she is my secretary." Ji Chicheng dropped the smile that had dazzled Ji Anning, a hint of indulgence remaining at the corners of his mouth, his deep black eyes misty with intoxication as he stared at Ji Anning in the video.
