Pampered by My Ex's Cousin-Chapter 322 - 316: Mysterious Boyfriend is a Tycoon (15)

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As Ji Anning slid open the bathroom door, she immediately heard her phone ringing. Considering Ji Chicheng had unexpectedly appeared in her room last night, she had made sure to wear her pajamas out tonight.

She hurried over to pick up the phone—it was from Ji Chicheng.

"This guy!"

He said he would text, but he called instead.

Although displeased, Ji Anning still answered the call and brought it to her ear, "Hello."

"Come to the window."

"Oh," Ji Anning replied and quickly walked to the window, looking toward the balcony of the adjacent room.

The man was leaning against a corner of the balcony. His room was dark, but the moonlight enveloped him, stretching his figure even taller.

The scene evoked a sense of calm and subtlety, yet for Ji Anning, a mere glance stirred a thousand waves in her tranquil heart.

She pouted, her tone unwittingly turning coquettish, "What are you doing?"

"While I’m away these days, go stay at the dormitory."

Perhaps it was the soft moonlight, but Ji Anning felt that at that moment, Ji Chicheng’s voice and gaze seemed gentler.

The burning intensity of his stare made her cheeks heat up. She smiled shyly and asked, "Why? Are you afraid Jingfeng will come back?"

To Ji Chicheng, such questions were trivial, and he usually chose to ignore them.

He continued, unconcerned, "My plane’s at nine. Send me a selfie in a bit. Keep your outfit and hair as they are."

Effortlessly, he steered Ji Anning to his topic.

Ji Anning, curious, asked, "What do you need the picture for?"

"For a game," Ji Chicheng replied nonchalantly as he looked down.

It was only for a moment. Then he looked up again, switched his phone to the other hand while the other casually rested on the balcony railing.

"What game?" Ji Anning’s interest was piqued, and before Ji Chicheng could answer, she added, "Did you develop it yourself?"

Ji Chicheng pursed his lips and just looked at Ji Anning, remaining silent.

Given the distance, Ji Anning couldn’t make out his facial expressions or guess what he was thinking; she only felt that he seemed to be contemplating, perhaps hesitating.

Seeing Ji Chicheng not speaking up, Ji Anning grew anxious, "Uncle, why aren’t you talking? Are you looking to have me endorse your game?"

She grinned mischievously, "If that’s the case, I’ll need an endorsement fee."

"LOL."

Ji Chicheng finally spoke.

LOL? What game was that? Ji Anning frowned, filtering LOL again in her mind. It seemed familiar somehow.

But she still wasn’t sure, so she asked, "LOL? Doesn’t it have a Chinese name?"

Ji Chicheng’s brows twitched in frustration, and after a moment of silence, he commanded indisputably, "Send me a few more pictures."

Right after he said it, he hung up and then crossed his arms, leaning back lazily, waiting for Ji Anning to send the pictures.

"Tch!" Ji Anning pouted, annoyed as she drew the curtain closed, blocking Ji Chicheng’s view.

She took her phone and sat on the edge of the bed, then searched online for what game LOL was.

The search results showed: League of Legends.

"Aha," Ji Anning realized, slapping her thigh and muttered to herself, "No wonder it looked familiar. It’s the League of Legends."

It had been a hugely popular game these past two years, a game that Danning had also played before, completely engrossed in it.

Satisfied with finding out the name of the game, Ji Anning complied with Ji Chicheng’s demand and spent half an hour taking three selfies to send to him.

(Hahaha, LOL... Everyone, feel free to imagine the rest!)