Pampered by My Ex's Cousin-Chapter 276 - 270 Sharing a Bed Together (Part 14)

Upon hearing the word "secretary," Ji Anning became even more uneasy, "She’s pretty."

Cases of bosses and secretaries, whether in novels, TV dramas, or real life, weren’t there many?

Separated by mountains and oceans, Ji Chicheng didn’t want to tease her or make her uneasy, his attitude turned serious, "I’ve encountered many like her, but none of them are you."

His warm, honey-like sweet nothings, as if whispered right in her ear, made all her worries and defenses dissolve instantly.

She watched the man in the video, clearly drunk as a skunk, yet not losing any charm, he was still that Ji Chicheng, her irresistible uncle.

Without realizing it, Ji Anning’s feet also climbed onto the chair, curling up her body, leaning against the cold stone chair back, in the exact same posture as the Chicheng on the other side.

Though they were separated by oceans and seas and saw each other through video, it didn’t ease a bit of their longing; instead, it grew stronger.

The corners of Ji Anning’s lips tucked up slightly, a gentle smile spreading in her eyes.

Seeing such a Ji Anning, the Chicheng stimulated by alcohol felt equally irresistible, "Really want to kiss you."

His husky voice, his eyes curving up, the bright light in his eyes reflecting the crystal chandelier above, dazzling like stars, Ji Anning’s heart stirred by his every action, every smile, "Uncle, who did you give your first kiss to?"

After asking, she clenched her fists, biting her lip, watching the man on the screen, feeling nervous yet excited.

"You."

Ji Chicheng pointed at the camera on that side, which, from Ji Anning’s side, looked like he was pointing at her.

Her eyes lit up, her heart leaping, she excitedly asked, "That night, was it your first kiss?"

"No."

Ji Chicheng shook his head, his eyes closing and opening, drowsy.

Not that night? Ji Anning frowned in frustration, "Then when was it?"

Could it be that her first kiss wasn’t with her?

She desperately sought the truth, but the drunk man on the other side was befuddled, responding off-topic, "Do you still have those panties printed with Minnie?"

Ji Anning was irritated, glaring at him through gritted teeth, "Uncle, why do you only ask such vulgar questions?"

When did she have panties printed with Minnie?

Ji Anning rewound her memories; it seemed... there really was such a pair. Remembering this, she felt utterly embarrassed.

That was back in her first year of junior high. How could he still remember? And how did he know?

Ji Anning brooded in embarrassment, while Ji Chicheng murmured drunkenly on the other side, "You used to be so tacky, a green sweater, a red scarf, truly embarrassing to death." 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Green sweater? Red scarf? When was that? Elementary school?

Damn, he still remembers things from elementary so clearly, Ji Anning couldn’t accept it and complained about him too, "Huh, you were the same, proud as a peacock, yet so vulgar inside."

To think that he made her... strip and chat with him, so vulgar.

Ji Chicheng, with closed eyes, chuckled softly, "If I wasn’t proud, how could I have attracted you?"

Upon hearing this, Ji Anning was slightly taken aback, then smiled in agreement.

Yes, it was his pride that had attracted her. She stared at Ji Chicheng, who had now closed his eyes, watched him for a while, and grew serious, "Uncle, why did you suddenly go abroad three years ago?"

There wasn’t the slightest hint before his departure, she had never heard anyone in the family mention it; he just disappeared so suddenly.

(’Well-written indeed,’ haha, good night...)