Pampered by My Ex's Cousin-Chapter 653 - 645: Framed (3)

Because love and hatred are actually the same, both deeply etched in one’s mind and heart.

Her heart could no longer accommodate anyone else, so whether it was love or hate, it all belonged only to him, Ji Chicheng.

"Ji Anning, have you... missed me in these past two years?"

Ji Anning distinctly felt Ji Chicheng’s body tremble slightly with his quivering voice.

Her heart, as if clenched by a sharp claw, hurt so much that her voice also trembled, "...yes."

In these two years, how could her longing be summed up with just the word ’yes’?

Ji Anning couldn’t help but tighten her arms and held Ji Chicheng close, her face against his back, her eyes red.

In one hour, climbing thirty flights of stairs, she was already exhausted. Ji Chicheng’s steps were gentle, and his body seemed to sway slightly like a cradle.

Her eyelids grew heavier and heavier.

At first, she answered a few questions clearly, but later she didn’t know what Ji Chicheng was asking anymore; anyway, when he asked, she just nodded.

"Do you want to sleep with me?"

"Yes."

So when she woke up, there was a man sleeping beside her, a man wearing only a pair of underwear.

Ji Anning’s hand was still around the man’s waist. When she withdrew it, she unintentionally brushed against the man’s lower half; her hand trembled and even had the mischievous desire to reach back.

But in the end, she restrained herself.

Ji Anning was lying on her side, one hand under her face, the other hand involuntarily stretched out and gently touched Ji Chicheng’s face, her thumb traced around his lips, finally resting at the corner of his mouth.

She didn’t know if he was dreaming about something happy, as the corners of his mouth curved upward, seemingly in a smile.

Or maybe it was just her illusion.

But no matter what, he looked good, so good that she was nearly unable to control herself.

No... she was already unable to control herself, slowly moving closer to the man’s face, puckering her lips when they were less than a centimeter from the man’s lips and kissed the corner of his mouth.

She had planned to steal a kiss and then retreat immediately, but the man suddenly opened his eyes, gazing at her with a pair of somewhat enchanting peach blossom eyes.

Ji Anning’s heart leapt, feeling guilty like a thief and wanting to turn away.

Ji Chicheng, however, caught her hand and directly placed it under him, "Anning."

His husky voice, by Ji Anning’s ear, tantalized every sensitive nerve in her body, her inner struggle immense.

It was painful.

Although she desired so deeply, she was always unable to cross that barrier.

Her hand, forcibly grasping the man’s stiff desire, she knew he must be in pain, very uncomfortable.

But what could she do?

Ji Anning lifted her head, her eyes shimmering as she stared at Ji Chicheng’s handsome face reddened by desire, biting her lip, appearing on the verge of tears.

"An’an."

Again a husky call, this time softer, more melting.

Ji Anning could clearly feel Ji Chicheng’s desire still swelling; she simply closed her eyes.

"What exactly is it that bothers you so much, that causes you such pain?"

Suddenly, the man’s voice sounded by her ear.

Ji Anning was startled, she opened her eyes, lifted her head, and met Ji Chicheng’s deep black eyes, his probing gaze making her too guilty to meet his eyes.

"I need to use the bathroom."

Ji Anning lowered her eyelids, avoiding Ji Chicheng’s question, turned around, and got out of bed.