Pampered by My Ex's Cousin-Chapter 752 - 744: Good Girl, Let Uncle Take Good Care of You (Part 5)

I haven’t made any haphazard internet friends online; I don’t like whining without reason there. I just use it to receive study assignments sent in mass by the school.

Chicheng wrapped an arm tight around Anning, his actions and behavior very doting, but his mouth was vicious, "With your intelligence, you can only handle Arabic numerals, and even then, they must be in sequence."

Anning: "..."

Can’t we just love each other properly?

She pouted, huffing as she pinched Chicheng’s waist, but ultimately, she didn’t have the heart to do it too hard.

"Are you giving me some sort of hint?" Chicheng raised an eyebrow at her, then grabbed the duvet and yanked it with force, flipping it open and then back over, wrapping Anning in it too.

Anning felt both ticklish and sore, wanting to escape, but Chicheng lifted her chin, pinning her down firmly while his lips simultaneously reached her ear, teasing, "Good niece, let uncle take good care of you."

Upon hearing this, Anning felt only one thing.

So evil!

In her heart, not a single barrier remained; the wall that impeded their closeness vanished without a trace after this life-or-death ordeal.

Lost in thought, Chicheng’s hand slid under the hem of her clothes, his fingertips cooler than her body temperature.

The cool touch brought her a mix of ticklish and numbing sensations, making her shrink her neck in a mix of refusal and welcome.

With one hand, she grabbed his arm, and with the other, she lightly pushed against his chest, giggling, "Uncle, you’re so shameless. I might have to reconsider Fenfen’s way of addressing you."

Her hands, though lacking in strength, didn’t lack resistance.

Chicheng, finding it troublesome, simply caught both of her wrists with one hand, lifted them over her head, and then flipped over to pin her down.

The corners of his mouth were still bloodstained, and there was also a bruise near his eye. Overall, he was battered and clearly not fit for vigorous exercise.

Anning blushed, looking at him, and frowned, "Little uncle, you’re still injured. Stop messing around."

Chicheng’s lips curled into a mischievous smile, "The part that needs to be used is not injured."

So, it wouldn’t interfere with what he wanted to do.

Anning’s face turned beet red, "You... how can you be so lecherous?"

This wasn’t the little uncle she knew, the one who epitomized abstinence, cold and distant, as if he was of another world.

"This is lecherous?" Chicheng, as he spoke, moved the hand under her clothes downwards, across her waist, and a bit further down, playfully grabbing her and raising an eyebrow, "What about this then?"

Anning yelped.

Seeing that the man had turned so wicked without a trace of expression, as if he was frigid, she scolded him with a frown, "Clothed beast."

This was the first time she called him that.

Was she becoming a little too spoiled by affection?

"Then let’s do away with clothes," Chicheng said casually, and then methodically started unbuttoning his hospital gown.

Button by button came undone, revealing the battered chest. The sight of his fair skin and defined muscles made Anning’s heart flutter and her face flush.

Discarding even the pretense of decency, he became the beast incarnate.

So, was he determined to make love today?

This was a hospital, a ward, and the door wasn’t even locked. Anning bit her lip, her eyes shimmering, as Chicheng gradually pressed his lips down.

Her heart pounded, filled with both nervousness and a sense of excitement, a conflicting mix of emotions.